Tess was sure Puck only said that because she said, "I'm worried."
His stare stayed with her as she paced the kitchen, looking for a snack in the fridge and then not finding one. She dried a dish instead. Finally, she leaned there at the kitchen counter while he was looking through the Mother Earth News. Now he wasn't even doing that.
"So?" More questions. He winced slightly as if she should tell him exactly what was going on.
"What if Molly doesn't come home?" She whispered more of a truth than a question as she came to the kitchen table and was closer.
Puck gave a slight shrug. It was going on after eleven, at night.
"We're going to be stuck with him." She kept her voice low as she pointed to the livingroom even if Sal was in his room.
"Remember it was your idea that they move in." He took her hand, pulled her in to his lap. "We'll just deal with it...if it comes to that."
She thought she might be frigid to his touch, but she wasn't. There was no time to think about it. No second thought that she shouldn't be this close. They were close. But the boundaries seemed to be slipping. At least at the moment. She caught her breath, when she felt his lips on the crux of her neck and shoulder. His arms wrapped around her. She couldn't help but smile. Evidently, they weren't going to discuss Sal nor Molly. They were not that couple.
Still she didn't want to see Molly make a mistake. She couldn't make a mistake with Jory. She couldn't. Because first of all, Molly was not Tess.
She turned to Puck then. Met his lips. It did feel as if she were sinking into some thing with him. It was warm and good. She just had to let it happen. She had too.