This, Molly thinks, is exactly why she wanted to go out tonight. Even before they've done much of anything, it makes her feel stunningly wanted to be touched like this, and that, in turn, makes her feel a little less fucking broken, like she so often could at times like this. She doesn't want to be what happened to her seven years ago, a perpetual victim and nothing more. This is something she gets to do for herself, and no one gets to stop her from enjoying that.

She hums approvingly as he eases her back towards the bed, clearly relishing the way he touches her until she shifts to get better situated on the mattress, slightly propped up on her elbows. Even without being quite as sure of herself as she used to, even with her jeans still not entirely off, she knows perfectly well that it's a damn good view.