"Alright," Molly says, shooting him a thin smile as she tugs her jeans on. Her heart is still beating too fast, but the instinctive, stupid panic, at least, has subsided. Even having not been able to help it, even knowing on some level that it's logical, she feels like she should continue apologizing, not accustomed in the least to having to stop when she specifically invited him over to fuck her. She doesn't know how to say any of that, but she isn't yet grounded enough to try to hide it. She's not sure she would even if she could. "I'll be right back."