-Molly's POV-
I gradually drifted awake as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. Just as slowly as I woke, the memory of why I had fallen asleep came back to me. The memory of the conversation between Scott and I, interspersed with mind-numbing orgasms, gave me wildly mixed feelings.
If every interrogation included orgasms, more people would want them. But nonetheless, it was still an interrogation and a dirty trick he had played.
I reached over and grabbed my phone. Sleeping or not, I was gonna give Scott a piece of my mind. I punched the number next to his face and wished that it was actually his face.
It took about 5 rings before Scott picked up, but I got him on the phone.
" 'lo?" Scott answered in a sleepy voice.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded, barely holding onto my anger.
"Molls?" Scott asked, still half-asleep, obviously.
"Who the hell do you think it is?" I asked in a huff.
