Molly’s POV-
Scott moved a hand up and slowly caressed my cheeks before pushing two fingers into my mouth. I gave him an odd look, but couldn’t read anything passed the stern gaze he gave me.
“Are you telling me you don’t know what to do when something is in your mouth, Molls?” he said with a disappointed click of his tongue. “I guess I’ll have to explain it to you.”
Internally, I was stunned by his actions. But externally, I just rolled my eyes at him and gave him a look of ridicule.
But he carried on with his instructions. “Alright, now… you know how you LOVE popsicles? Suck on my fingers like they are your favorite treat, and you can’t get enough of them.”
