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Ok, so maybe she doesn't have to move just yet. She arches her back, reveling in the friction. She sinks further into Nash’s body, opening up to his sleepy exploration.
More muttered curses waft in from Marisol's room.
Focus, Melody, you need to get out of here, like now.
She elbows him again, harder this time. Finally, coming to semi-consciousness with a grunt.
"I have to get out, Nash." She groans out, trying to move.
"Noooo." Comes his muffled response, his face plastered up against her hair.
"Nasshhhh, Marisol is home." He exhales into her neck, sending shivers down her body. She really can’t control her body’s response.
"Fine." He gives her body a final squeeze, then lets her off the bed. Immediately, the emptiness threatens to swallow her whole. He is lying there, propped up on an elbow. His sleep-tousled hair and goofy grin just beg her to climb right back into the crook of his neck and stay there forever. Would it really be so bad if people found out?
He smiles at her, and even in the dark, she can feel his body calling her back- back where she belongs.
Another misstep from Marisol jolts Melody into action. She leans over Nash's face, wanting so badly to kiss him but knowing that once she does, she won't be able to stop. She also knew that she wouldn't be able to control her overthinking or the possibility of the morning-after regret.
Sensing her hesitation, he bumps their foreheads together briefly, effectively putting her out of her anxiety-producing misery. How does he know exactly what to do? Silently, she squeezes through the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She rests her head against the door, trying to catch her breath, her heart racing.
That was too close. She was too close to giving in. Too close to being caught. Too close to kissing him.
Rushing over to the toilet, she flushes and turns on the sink, pretending that she had been in the bathroom the entire time. She walks into Marisol's room to find her sitting on the bed cross-legged, wearing a shit-eating grin on her beautiful face.
"Whatcha doin’ Melody?" How does one answer that? Grinding up on your brother’s morning wood? No, she has to keep it cool.
"Taking a shit, Marisol." She says instead, her heart pounding loudly in her head.
Marisol squints her eyes at her. Calculating.
"Sure..." Marisol says, rolling into bed, swallowed up by her covers as she cuddles herself in the blankets. Melody inches towards the bed, almost unsure what to do with herself. She pulled back the covers and lay down, only to be startled by Marisol's face right by hers. Shit, she moved like a ninja, Melody didn't even sense her approach.
"I think I know what's going on, but I'm going to let you pretend I don't." She slurs sleepily. Cuddling closer to Melody, her breathing evening out. Does she really know what's going on? Can she tell? Are they being too obvious?
"I did it, Melody," Marisol says suddenly as if she woke up with the sole purpose of making this declaration. Intrigued, she shifts her body toward Marisol, nudging her slightly in encouragement.
"Theo." She makes a popping noise with her mouth. "And it was sooo good." She quickly falls asleep again. "I'm gonna miss him.”
She says as she drifts.
"I know, Mari, I know." Melody pats her head soothingly, staring up at the ceiling.
She knows that she will have to make her own decision very soon. Right now, she is enjoying secret touches and lingering glances, and since she is being honest with herself, she wants to hold on to this family for as long as possible. She has her parents, but this family has been everything to her since she was an adolescent.
Can she really give that up for him? What if they make him choose after finding out about their relationship? She wouldn't let him pick her. Family is the most important thing to them. There is no way she would be the reason their family fell apart.
So, for now, she would enjoy the ride, but in the end, Melody didn't think she could risk the only family she ever had or risk Nash losing his own family.
All of this musing could be for naught. At the end of summer, the real world would beckon them back. He was going back to college, and she would mosey on back to teaching, and they wouldn't even see each other. It would be as if nothing had ever happened. Nash would find some beautiful college co-ed. They would fall in love, get married, and have lots of beautiful, smart, athletic babies. Melody would be the fun aunt who would bribe them with candies when Dad wasn't around.
Crap, why does that thought make her feel so sad.
Dejected, she turns over, away from Marisol, tears in her eyes. She falls asleep to the memory of Nash's arms holding her tight, whispering words of platitude and affirmations of love.
Chapter Eleven
Nash
