Production officially began on November 19, 2013. Everything seemed to be going well; everyone showed up on time and enjoyed working together. What more could Seth ask for?
On November 28, Molly showed up early, and Seth could tell something was wrong by the tears in her eyes.
“Seth, can we talk?”
“Sure, absolutely. Come on in.”
“Can we talk in your room in private?”
“Of course.” Seth led Molly to his room.
She threw her purse on the floor and sat on his bed with her back against the wall. “I’m sorry for arriving abruptly, but I had to talk to someone.”
Seth sat on the edge of his bed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m always here for you.”
She leapt across the bed and hugged him tightly. “Thank you!” She buried her head in his shoulder.
“Just remember I’m not only your director, I’m your friend.”
Molly squeezed even tighter.
“We are friends, aren’t we?” he asked.
She released some pressure and looked at him. “Of course we are.” She leaned against the wall again.
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, it’s Thomas.”
“Thomas! What did that creep do to you?”
Molly wiped her eyes. “He called me a little slut-whore and accused me of cheating on him. He then called me a lying bitch as he shook the hell out of me when I denied it.”
“What? Where did he ever get a stupid idea like that?”
“I don’t know, but you’re now on his shit-list.”
Seth’s mouth dropped. “What! Why me?”
Molly took a moment. “Because he thinks you’re the one I’m fooling around with.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Because we’ve been hanging around each other a lot lately.”
“Of course we have, we’re making a film together.”
“Once Thomas has something in his head, there’s no changing it.” Molly leaned over and wrapped her arms around him again.
“What do we do now then?”
Molly raised her head from his shoulder. “The only thing we can do is ride it out.”
Seth rubbed Molly’s back. “Is there anything I can do in the meantime?”
Molly sighed again. “You’re already doing it, Seth—you’re comforting me.”
Seth tightened his grip on her. He fell even harder in love with her, and he didn’t know what to do.
Later that evening, after filming ended, Mort, Brianna and Molly stayed to chat. The scene they’d just finished filming was the sketch scene, so Molly was still wearing her semi-transparent bra and black lace half-thong. She put on her red crushed velvet robe in case one of Seth’s parents or brother walked into the living room. The rest of the evening Molly sat on Seth’s lap with her arm around his shoulders, and Seth had his arms lovingly around her.
Finally around eleven-thirty Mort looked at the clock. “My word, is it really that late?” Mort turned to Brianna. “Do you need a ride home?”
“That would be nice.” Mort and Brianna got up from the couch and walked to the front door, Seth behind them.
“I’ll see you guys on Tuesday evening for filming,” Seth said as he gently closed the door.
In Mort’s car, he turned to Brianna and thought for a moment.
“What is it, Mort?”
“Do you have the feeling that something is going on between Seth and Molly?”
“Thank you. I’m not the only one who thinks that. Though I doubt it.”
“Why?”
“Because Molly’s in a serious relationship with Thomas.”
“Psycho killer, Brianna? You think Molly is serious about psycho killer?”
“Sure why not? They’ve been dating for a year now.”
Mort chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“Come on, don’t be so damn naïve. Do I really have to explain women to a woman?”
“No, but speaking English would sure help.”
“Molly is dating Thomas, the psycho killer. It may not be the perfect relationship because of his flaws, but for the time being, she’s happy with him. Until the next Mr. Right comes along.”
“The next Mr. Right?”
“Yes, someone who can sweep her off her feet and love her in a way Thomas can’t, someone who isn’t genetically flawed as Thomas. That someone could be our director, Seth Zimmer.”
Seth looked out the front door window for a moment and then shut the blinds as he turned to walk back to Molly. “They’ve been sitting out there for a while. I wonder what’s up.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Mort is a big mouth, and once he gets talking, it takes forever to shut him up.” Molly got to her feet and threw her arms around Seth again.
He lovingly embraced Molly. “What’s this for?”
“I just want to thank you again for helping me through this afternoon. Not a lot of guys would do that for a female friend without expecting something in return.”
“Hey, no worries. Once you have Seth Zimmer as a friend, you have someone you can always count on for the rest of your life.”
Molly relaxed her grip on Seth and sensuously placed her index finger to his lips. “Shhh, I’m not quite finished.” She slowly ran her fingers from Seth’s back, up his arms and landed on his masculine shoulders. She moved Seth in closer and angled her head until their lips met.
After the kiss, Seth was quiet. His mind raced. The one thing he didn’t want to do was ruin this perfect moment. “Wow. That was well worth waiting for.”
He leaned in and kissed her, and to his surprise, she kissed him back. Seth slowly untied Molly’s robe, letting the fabric slowly drop out of his hand. He then touched her shoulders.
He sensuously removed her robe, which gracefully slid down her smooth shoulders and landed on the floor.
Suddenly she placed her finger on Seth’s mouth again. “Hold on. It’s late, time for bed.”
“Sure, right.”
Molly bent down and picked her robe up, slipped it on and gathered her things.
“Stupid idiot,” Seth whispered to himself.
Molly placed her bag and purse on the love seat and then walked to the front door and locked it.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you leaving?”
“I said it was time for bed. I didn’t say I was leaving.” Molly walked back into the living room and shut the light off. She then turned and headed for the stairs. Can this really be happening? Seth thought, or was this some kind of sick and cruel dream? Guess I’ll find out, he thought as he made his way to the stairs.
When Seth got to his room, Molly was lying on his bed. She patted it a few times. “You look stressed. Why don’t you come over here and let me relax you?”
Seth sat on the edge of his bed.
She got to her knees and rubbed his shoulders.
“Man oh man, are you tense.” She continued rubbing his shoulders for a few more moments and then slowly removed his shirt. Being a larger man, Seth always hated being topless in front of people, especially beautiful women. But something about being with Molly made him feel comfortable. He knew she wasn’t going to judge him.
“Here,” Molly said as she backed up. “You’ll feel better if you lie down.”
He swung his legs over the bed and took a deep breath as Molly continued massaging him. After a moment she moved her hands sensuously down his body. Her hands landed on his legs, and she proceeded to move down to his feet and slowly back up his legs again. Her hands swiftly moved across his legs to his belt buckle.
Molly’s hands unlatched his buckle and belt. “How are you feeling? Are you relaxing?”
Seth took deep breaths. He didn’t look at her. “Oh yeah. The more you work me, the more relaxed I become.”
Finally, Molly undid his jeans. She stopped abruptly and sat up high on her knees.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
She exhaled deeply. “This isn’t right.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not fair.”
Seth looked at Molly. “What are you talking about?”
Molly smiled sexily at Seth. “Here you are almost naked, while I’m still completely dressed.”
Molly’s robe dropped from her shoulders, and she reached back and unhooked her bra. It slid off, and then she passionately went down on Seth.
*
Over the next 23 days, until the Christmas break in the film schedule, Seth and Molly made mad, passionate, unbridled love several times a week and up to twice a day. They even made time for love making when they weren’t scheduled to film.
Seth couldn’t understand why he was allowing himself to make love to Molly, especially when she was already in a relationship. Seth had but one rule in life: never take another man’s woman, yet he allowed himself to break his number one rule. Seth wasn’t cut out to be the “other man.” Sure, the sex was wonderful—amazing, actually. But Seth wasn’t a player. He was more the respectable, loving, dedicated and serious relationship kind of guy. Having a friend with benefits was strange behaviour, even for Seth.
But he figured it had been five years since he’d made love to a woman, and he had to think of his own needs. He knew he wasn’t just using Molly as a sex object. He legitimately loved and cared for her, and as Molly’s relationship with Thomas was getting increasingly rockier by the day, he was going to try to win Molly for himself.
But early in the morning on December 21, 2013, while Seth was sleeping, he received several text messages from Molly that could prove to be the end of their friendship.
When Seth woke that morning, he was still receiving texts from Molly. He reached for his cell phone and read he had 20 new messages. He unlocked his phone and was just about to read the messages when his phone rang. It was Molly. Seth became worried. He had an awful feeling something wasn’t right.
He answered his phone. “Hello?” There was a moment of awkward, uncomfortable silence.
“Seth, are you ignoring me? Why haven’t you answered any of my messages?”
“I just got up. I’m sorry. What is it? Something the matter?” Seth braced himself for impact.
“Yes, we have a big problem.”
Seth’s stomach became sore, and at this moment he could throw up. “What is it?”
“It’s us.”
“What about us?”
“Everything, Seth, everything. I got off the phone with my father not too long ago, and I told him everything about us.”
Seth tried to comprehend what Molly was telling him. “Why would you do that? It’s none of his business!”
Molly became insulted. “I’m his daughter, okay? It is his business to know what his daughter does. I just called him to ask if I was doing the right thing.”
Seth still wasn’t fully awake and became confused. “What do you mean?”
It sounded like Molly was crying. “I like you, Seth. A lot, actually. I don’t love Thomas, at least not anymore. So I was getting my father’s advice.”
“What did he say?”
“I think we should stop seeing each other, at least sexually, for a while anyway. I mean, I’m still in the film and all. But I think we should limit our time together. We should only see each other while we film. And if you don’t like this, and insist on continuing our affair, or if you even make a pass at me, I’ll leave the film. I’m not kidding. I mean, my father was pissed.”
Seth got really quiet and overpoweringly emotional. He panted. The harder he tried sucking back his tears, the quicker they ran down his face. It was hard to breathe.
Molly knew something was happening, but she didn’t know what and didn’t like the sound of it. “Seth, everything okay? Do you understand everything I told you? We can still be friends. It’s just my father doesn’t want us ‘bed-buddies’ as long as I’m still in my relationship with Thomas.”
“Understood,” Seth said emotionally. “I’ve got to go. I don’t feel well.” He abruptly hung up. He threw his cell phone to the end of his bed and quickly buried his head in a pillow, screaming at the top of his lungs. Somehow he’d known this situation would come back to bite him in the ass.
This was probably the reason his number one rule was to never take another man’s woman. He didn’t know how he was going to handle this situation. Molly was everything to Seth, and she didn’t even know it. Seth’s world was crumbling, and for the first time in months he felt abandoned and alone. He felt as though he was fighting a losing battle.
But all hope wasn’t lost. Seth figured if he could come up with a way to end Molly’s relationship with Thomas, he would be home free. But to achieve this, it would require showing Molly he loved her more than Thomas did. And to show her this would require distracting her from spending too much time with Thomas, and spending more time with Seth. But how could Seth pull off the ultimate switcheroo?
He thought long and hard. He didn’t want to lie to Molly again. He was already in too deep with the lie about this nonexistent film festival. After coming up empty, Seth figured the only way he was going to get the proper reaction and emotions he was seeking from Molly was to lie.
Seth would fake heart problems to get the proper sympathetic reaction from her. She was a caretaker and enjoyed looking after the people she loved. Seth knew if he played his cards right and kept a poker face, his plan would be flawless.
He would start by texting Molly disguised as a paramedic, just to let her know of the situation. Then he would text her again, this time as a friend telling her how much Seth enjoyed spending time with her over the past few months, how much she means to him and how much he likes her.
Seth hated himself so much at this moment. Lying was something he never did before meeting Molly, so why now all of a sudden? This would be the second major lie he’d told her in the past three months he’d known her, but why? Just because he was lonely and in desperate need of love and companionship? Even so, that was no reason to lie to someone you love and care about deeply.
Seth sighed with disappointment and disgust for himself and realized just how right people were when they talked about the snowball effect of lies, and how hard it was to stop once in motion.
How good a relationship could it be anyway if Seth continued to lie to Molly? Which he inevitably would always have to do now because of the lie about his heart, so he decided to proceed with extreme caution.
He took several deep breaths and slowly reached for his cell phone. He clicked on Molly’s name and the messages loaded. He froze in fear, not knowing how or where to begin. He took several more deep breaths and slowly began to type.
After a few moments the message was sent. Is this Molly Featherlite?
Seth awaited nervously.
Hahaha, very funny, Seth.
Now what? Seth didn’t know what to write, and he didn’t have a plan. He had to get in the mind-set of a paramedic in the same situation.
No, ma’am, this isn’t Seth. My name is Mr. Fisher. I’m a paramedic, and I’m contacting you on behalf of Seth Zimmer.
There was a momentary pause between texts. At this point Seth thought he had blown it. He didn’t know if Molly was going to fall for it. It wouldn’t surprise Seth at all if she didn’t, as Molly was a very smart woman.
Oh my God! Is Seth all right? What’s happened?
It worked. Seth couldn’t believe it, and now he really started feeling horrible seeing this beautiful and intelligent woman being manipulated.
He’s in and out of consciousness at the moment, otherwise he would’ve contacted you himself. Seth just wanted me to let you know of the situation. All we know is that he has very high blood pressure, a racing heart and fainting spells.
With every word Seth typed in the text message, the more he hated himself.
Oh jeez. L Tell Seth I feel horrible about earlier and that I’m thinking of him, okay?
Just knowing Molly felt horrible about their earlier conversation almost made this elaborate scheme worth it.
Will do, ma’am.
Do you know if Seth is going to be okay?
Seth could tell Molly was concerned, but just how much would be revealed in time, when he texted her again disguised as a friend.
Not at this time. It’s hard to say. We’re talking about the heart, and the heart is such an iffy muscle.
True. Okay, thank you for letting me know. And please, please let Seth know I miss him and am thinking of him.
Absolutely.
The conversation ended. All Seth had to do now was think of a way to segue into the next conversation, which should pretty much be easy. All he had to do was talk like himself, just using a different name.
The good thing about the next conversation was he could ask probing questions that he was normally too shy to ask on his own, which was a bonus. But how long? How long should one wait until beginning the next conversation? If he started too soon, Molly might suspect something was up. If he started too late, Molly might think something was seriously wrong and might try calling the house.
Seth thought an hour and a half sounded like a reasonable amount of time. He lay on his bed, Genesis playing softly in the background, as he thought of ways to start the next conversation.
Finally his alarm went off. He grabbed his cell and loaded his messages. Again, he took in deep breaths and was overcome with an extreme nervousness.
Hey, Molly? My name is Aaron Zachery. I’m a friend of Seth’s. I just thought I’d give you an update on him.
Seth braced himself as he sent the message, and within mere minutes Molly replied. Oh God, how is he?
He’s fatigued. It was a bit iffy for a while. But he seems to be level at the moment.
Seth absolutely hated all this lying. What would Molly think of him if she found out the truth? She would probably slap his face and totally disown him. Which she had the right to do, and he would deserve it.
What’s wrong with him, has anyone said?
Seth was stumped, he didn’t know what to say, because he didn’t plan that far ahead. He had to come up with something, anything, and fast.
I’m not quite sure, but I do remember hearing something about plaque.
Plaque, really? That’s the best I could come up with? That’s pathetic, Seth thought.
Plaque? Oh my God! That’s really not good. That’s quite serious.
There was another brief pause in the conversation as Seth thought of something to say, but Molly cut him to the quick. Seth thought there was no time like the present to begin his probing.
Please forgive me if I’m out of line, but, you really like Seth, eh?
Molly took a couple of moments before replying.
Honestly? I, I do. I really do. I really don’t know what I would do if I lost Seth now. I know I haven’t known him long, but we have a connection that’s so powerful. I’m really falling for him.
Now Seth could shine and let the true writer erupt from within. Let the magic begin!
As caring friends we always have each other’s back. Looking out for one another, and making sure no one gets hurt. This includes the women in our lives as well.
That’s a sign of good, great friendship. That’s understandable.
Seth went for broke: So that’s why I have to know one thing. And forgive me if I’m getting too personal. Do you LOVE him?
That was the million dollar question. Seth started to sweat, he became really nervous, more so than usual. Molly’s response had everything to do with how he pursued this.
Seth didn’t receive a text message in a while, and what did that mean? Had he gone too far? Did he scare her off?
Then he received a message. He didn’t even want to read it because it might be something he didn’t want to see. But on the other hand, it might be exactly what he wanted to see.
He inhaled deeply and held his breath as he read the message.
I’m going to confide in you something not even my closest friend knows. And it’s easier for me to confide in a stranger than with my closest friend.
Seth exhaled as he replied to Molly. Sure. Like they say, sometimes it helps to talk to a total stranger.
At this point Seth was ready to vomit. He felt so bad, so horrible over the person he’d become. A loving, beautiful and intelligent woman like Molly didn’t deserve someone like him. Seth thought about abandoning this whole thing, but if he did that, he wouldn’t know how this would turn out.
Seth’s phone vibrated, and Molly’s answer was now at his fingertips.
Yes I do. I really love Seth Zimmer. He’s caring and sweet, loving and kind. Seth is like a big teddy bear you just want to hug continually. Seth can make a cloudy day sunny. I know this may sound strange coming from someone he’s only known for three months, but let me tell you, my love for Seth is 100 percent legitimate and pure.
Seth let out a huge sigh of relief. He was absolutely thrilled, but then he decided to take things just a little bit further.
You know, from day one, all Seth did was talk about you. He absolutely adores you. He talks about how beautiful and inspiring you are.
Aww, he really said that?
When he talks about you, or even when your name is mentioned, his eyes light up.
That’s really sweet. I’m flattered.
I have to thank you for raising his spirits. Every day for the past 4 or 5 years, Seth has been down in the dumps. He was hurt really bad by his first girlfriend.
Yes I heard that tragic story when we were talking about our exes. That was horrible! I was upset knowing anyone could actually hurt someone as sweet and kind as Seth.
Seth thought if he was going to pursue Molly, he wanted to make sure just how serious she was about him.
Are you serious about Seth? I mean you said yourself you love him. So does this mean you’ll be willing to leave your current boyfriend?
Seth waited and waited for a response. She didn’t reply in her usual time frame. Again, he started thinking maybe he went too far.
Finally, after about five minutes Molly’s reply was sent. I believe I would, yes, absolutely. To land a man like Seth is like finding a golden ticket in a Wonka bar. But that’s something Seth and I are going to have to discuss in private. To leave Thomas right now, today, I wouldn’t.
Understandable. I better get back to Seth, see how he is. It was really nice talking to you. J
Please tell Seth I miss him and look forward to seeing him again. Also tell him if he needs anything, anything at all, day or night, I’m a text or a call away.
Seth became overwhelmed by sadness. Will do, Molly, thanks.
Seth placed his phone on the charger and fell onto his bed. He began to cry for the person he’d become. He’d been in this body for 23 years, so he really thought he knew himself well.
This entity that had possessed him really scared Seth to his core. It was like someone else was living in his body—at this moment, he didn’t recognize himself. Seth had become the type of person he hated the most.
December 23, 2013, was the date Seth told everyone in his film he’d be returning home from the hospital. He figured two days was enough time to lie about. Any more time than that would require a bigger lie and a more serious heart ailment—probably one that required surgery, and Seth was not going to cross that line.
Around three-thirty that afternoon there was a knock at the door, and Seth answered. To his happy surprise and delight, it was Molly.
“Welcome home, Seth! How are you feeling?” Molly reached out and gave Seth a warm, comforting hug. “I have something for you.”
She took Seth’s hand and led him up the steps to his bedroom. She excitedly leaped onto the bed and opened her purse. Seth joined her. Molly reached in and pulled out a homemade cardboard hat. It had Seth’s name boldly handwritten on it in green highlighter and outlined in blue highlighter.
It had blue highlighter squiggles on it and black fine-tip marker hearts and a thin gold stretchy ribbon chin strap. It was the nicest, sweetest thing anybody had ever done for him in years, Seth became somewhat choked up.
“Oh, thank you, Molly! It’s lovely.”
Molly took the hat from Seth, gently pulled down on the chinstrap and placed it on his head. “There, perfect fit, I’d say.” She stared at him, almost studying him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing.” Molly flashed a smile and continued to stare deep into his eyes.
“You have the most handsome, deep, rich chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen.” Molly swallowed hard. “Listen, I’d like to apologize for all the texts and that horrible phone call I made to you. I feel awful about it.”
“Molly,” Seth said, but Molly politely stopped him by placing her index finger to his lips.
“No, Seth, please. I’ve been rehearsing this speech all day.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“I haven’t felt this way about another man in about eight years. When I’m around you, I’m happier and more energetic. You make me feel like, well, me. And that’s what scares me.”
“It scares you to be you?”
“No, what scares me is how happy I am around you. Seth, I am going to tell you something about me that nobody outside my family knows.”
Seth didn’t know what to expect. He was thrilled Molly could confide something in him that nobody else knew, but now his curiosity was piqued.
“In 2002, when I was 16, I started dating this gorgeous boy from high school named Andrew Campbell. He had beautiful, long, flowing red hair and a body like a Calvin Klein model.” Molly took a moment.
“I digress. We were hot and heavy. We actually started planning our future together and planned to get married. I was never happier. Then, after high school, something happened, I can’t explain it. I started getting sick, sometimes violently, and then I became anorexic. I started having visions of death and destruction, murder and suicide. I was hospitalized for a month and a half. Seth, something demonic took over my body. I was the little girl from The Exorcist, no kidding. According to the doctors, I was legitimately dying.
“When I was first hospitalized, Andrew came to visit me. He sat beside the bed and took my hand in his and told me, ‘Our love is strong—we’ll beat this together, no matter how long it takes. I’ll be waiting.’ Then one day …” Molly became teary-eyed and choked up. She took another deep breath.
“Then one day he came to visit again. This time he sat across the room and stared at me for a while without saying anything. After about 10 minutes he got up and walked over to the bed. He looked down and told me, ‘It’s over between us.’ He stormed out of the room and I never saw him again.
“I was crushed, I was depressed and anorexic, and I would vomit even at the sight of food. I was down to 90 pounds and declining fast. Then one day my mom came to me and reminded me about a dog I used to own that died when I was 10.”
Seth shook his head. “You were pretty much dying and your mom came to remind you of your dead dog?”
Molly chuckled. “She asked me if I remembered how upset I was when he died, but how quickly I got over it. I said yes, but he was only a dog—I said there’s hundreds of other dogs to choose from—and then she said, ‘And Andrew is just a boy—there are hundreds of other boys to choose from.’
“I don’t know if it was my mom’s words or something bigger at play, but after that conversation I started getting better. I started eating and getting my strength back. And a week after that I was home.”
There was a moment of silence.
“I always thought of myself as a good, decent, loving person who only deserved the best from a relationship. But after Andrew left, I downgraded myself. I thought I was never going to find that kind of love ever again, so I stopped looking. I figured that way if and when the relationship ends, I won’t be so hurt and psychologically scarred.”
Seth took a deep breath. “Wow, Molly. That’s heavy.”
Teary-eyed and biting her bottom lip, Molly looked at Seth. “I never thought I could feel again the way Andrew made me feel. I never thought I could care for anyone the way I cared about him, either—that is, until I met you, Seth.”
“What are you saying?”
She reached into her purse and grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes. “I honestly don’t know. I’m just so damned confused right now, and that’s why I went to seek my father’s advice. And when he yelled at me the way he did, and showed his disappointment and anger, I got upset and, well, texted and called you. Then when I found out about your hospitalization, I was so concerned. That’s when I realized I feel about you the same way I felt about Andrew. But I feel awful, because if you had died that would’ve been our last conversation.
“I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself knowing I could’ve been the one to kill you.”
Seth became teary-eyed and felt absolutely horrible.
Molly just willingly opened up and told him a deep dark secret not even her closest friend knew, and here he was, lying and trying to break Molly up with her boyfriend for his own benefit.
“Are you okay?”
Seth exhaled. “Yes, I’m fine. Your story is touching and emotional, that’s all.”
Molly scooted closer to him and wrapped her arms lovingly around him. “What did the doctor say about, you know … certain physical activities?”
Seth unravelled his arms from around Molly and smiled. “Oh yes, that’s absolutely allowed. Actually, that’s the best kind of physical activity for my heart.”
“Really? You don’t say.” Molly removed her top and quickly went down on Seth.
After their “exercise,” they just lay there wrapped in each other’s arms, taking deep breaths.
Molly moved down and placed her ear to Seth’s chest and listened—she began to smile.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m just listening to the sound of your heartbeat.”
“Oh, and?”
She moved back up. “Sounds good, darling.” She leaned in and kissed him. “Good, not great. But a couple more sessions of physical activity like this, your heart will be very strong.”
They lay in each other’s arms, silent for a moment.
“Molly, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“I really don’t know how to say it.” Seth thought for a couple of moments, taking deep breaths. “I love you.”
Molly’s eyes got wide. She gasped and sat up.
“Oh God. I ruined it, didn’t I?”
Molly looked over at Seth and shook her head. “No, you didn’t ruin anything. I’ve been falling for you for some time, and whenever I would think of you, or see you, I would try to sum up my feelings for you with one word. And the only word that suits my feelings is love.”
“I can’t believe I just said that. I haven’t told a woman I loved her in—”
Molly quickly leaned forward and gave Seth a big, passionate kiss. “I love you, Seth Zimmer. I love you!”
“I absolutely love you too, Molly.”
Molly glanced at the alarm clock. “Oh shit!”
“What is it?”
“I didn’t think it was that late. I have to get ready for work.” While Molly dressed, she glanced through Seth’s Blu-ray and DVD collection. “I haven’t seen this movie in years.” She removed the Blu-ray of Hook off the shelf and showed it to Seth.
“Oh yeah, Hook. Robin Williams and Dustin Hoffman, directed by none other than Mr. Steven Spielberg. That’s my favourite film adaptation of the famous Sir J. M. Barrie character, Peter Pan.”
Molly stared at Seth for a moment. “That’s another thing that really turns me on about you.”
“What’s that?”
“Your vast knowledge of film.”
Seth chuckled. “Thank you. Here’s a fun fact. Did you know Phil Collins appears in the film?”
“Really?”
“Yes, along with his good friend David Crosby.”
Molly sighed with amazement. “You know, if I didn’t have to go to work I would be all over you.”
“Why’s that, darling?”
“You’re different, unique—one of a kind. Needless to say, you turn me on.” Molly grabbed the Blu-ray and placed it back on the shelf.
Seth got up and dressed and walked Molly out to her red Kia Sportage. Seth opened her door. Molly got in and rolled her window down.
“We’re going to have to have a serious talk sometime, Molly.”
“I know it. We really do.”
They stared lovingly at each other for a moment. Molly started her vehicle.
“Okay, my love. Remember—after work I’m driving up to my parents’ farm for Christmas. I’ll be back before New Year’s Eve. We can text and call each other, but I’m really looking forward to seeing you when I get back.”
Seth smiled. “As am I.” He leaned in and gave Molly a passionate kiss. “Drive safe.”
Molly backed out of the driveway. “I will—love you!”
“Love you too!”