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That was a close one. She definitely wouldn't be able to handle seeing him in the flesh for a while.
She groans, but his flesh is oh so tempting.
Putting in her earbuds and turning to her ‘run’ playlist, she sets a nice pace, settling in for a few miles. She turns from the neighborhood onto Main Street. It's much quieter now, the best time to run in her opinion. Losing herself to the music and rhythm she sets for herself. She can finally replay all that transpired.
What should she do? What does she say? How should she react when she sees him again? How will he react? Her head is a jumbled mess of ambiguity. The lines are blurred, and the shoulds and should nots are hard to unravel. But then, who determines what should and what shouldn't happen?
Halfway down the street, near Marisol’s house, Melody begins her cool-down, walking the rest of the way at a brisk pace. She feels good, her body only slightly achy as she shakes out her hands and puts her arms over her head to stretch.
That's when she spots him.
Nash is running at full sprint on the opposite end of the street. He isn't wearing a shirt, sweat dripping down the ridges of his torso. It looks like he has been at it for a while. Sprinting up the hill and walking back down. She stops to admire the length of him, keeping herself hidden from view under the trees shading the sidewalk. The muscle under his skin strains even as he walks. Bopping his head up and down to the music in his ear.
From this distance, he looks so carefree. No frown on his face. He was always so serious when he was a kid, always worried about something, always thinking. Always fixated on a new goal or idea. Right now, there is a genuine smile on his face as he fast walks down the hill, his momentum and gravity doing most of the work.
It makes him seem so young and carefree. That thought, right there, hits her like a literal kick in the stomach. She can't do this. He has his entire future ahead of him. He needs to have fun and go to college parties on Thursday nights, not be saddled with a grown woman who is in bed by 9 p.m.
When his back turns to her once more, she rushes over to the front steps of Rosa's house and stumbles inside, stepping out of her shoes, she swiftly makes her way to Marisol's room to take a quick shower.
While rummaging through her things, Nash's room opens up. She freezes, hands still in her bag, clutching some sweats. She can hear him fumbling with his things, shoes hitting the floor, shelves opening and closing, then his steps take him out the door again. Leaving behind an empty room.
Thank God.
Melody jumps in the shower quickly, desperately trying not to conjure up images of their exchange last night. She fails miserably.
Marisol is still out by the time Melody exits the bathroom, feeling a new resolve to avoid Nash at all costs. The lines dividing the shoulds and should nots have been fully restored. She couldn't do that to Marisol or Rosa. They have always been so kind to her, and here she was defiling her little boy!
He was definitely all man now. Stoppp, just stop, don't go there.
The fact of the matter remains that this family means way more to her than whatever insane lust she is currently having for Nash. It would absolutely devastate Rosa. Marisol would probably never talk to her again. She couldn't have that. She will not let that happen.
She has to stay away from Nash. She cannot touch him.
Let me do the touching.
No, she has to stay away. You’re playing with fire here, Melody.
She makes for the door with her overnight bag slung over her shoulder, keys in her hand, trying to avoid seeing Rosa.
Too late.
"Mija!! Come eat your tacos."
I swear that woman could hear a cotton ball drop on a bed of cotton candy.
“I'll be right down, Rosa! Thank you.”
It's going to be ok. She is not going to notice that you watched her son jerk himself off last night. Nope, she is also not going to know that he had his fingers and tongue between your legs.And most of all, she won't know just how much you really want him to do it again.
Oh lord, this is going to be a disaster.
She walks down the stairs, face flushed with embarrassment as her thoughts consume her. She has never been the best at keeping secrets, letting the guilt eat away at her until she caves, especially with Rosa. She is an amazing woman, and deep down, Melody knows she won't pry if she thinks Melody is hiding something. Yet, somehow, she always seems to know the right things to say to get her to spill her guts.
There are moments where Rosa seems to understand things that are left unspoken. There was a situation that Marisol found herself in last summer, something big. But she respected Marisol’s privacy and trusted Melody enough to know that she would never let her daughter go through anything alone. It's that blind trust that was making things very difficult for her guilt right about now.
"I made your favorite! Chorizo and egg tacos. The tortillas are recien hechas. I made them fresh for you this morning." Rosa chitters away with her apron, looking every bit the Mexican mother hen that she was.
"It's not every day I get all of my Amores at home at the same time!" Rosa beams at her. So much love and trust in her eyes. Melody can't help but return the smile.
