Scott’s POV-
Most of my day had been spent at the club. Not that I actually needed to be there. But it was the only place I could think of that would keep me away from Molly. Unfortunately, the moment I walked into the club, I was assaulted by memories of the night before when Molly was there. The sight of her kneeling at my feet and looking up at me with her beautiful eyes flashing with that amazing, infuriating temper.
My body stiffened, and my pants were so tight I’d wished I had worn sweatpants. My erection would have been even more obvious, but I was the only one there, so it didn’t really matter. At least in sweatpants, I wouldn’t feel like my clothes were trying to cut off circulation to a very important part of my anatomy.
