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"Mija, go wake Melody." She hears Rosa say.
"Sure, let me wake MELODY." Marisol says extra loudly, or was it her imagination?
Nash puts his thumb against her lips, her tongue comes out to lick it automatically, just a little taste is all. He groans, muttering a curse, then whispers, "I'm going to take a shower. You're more than welcome to join me." He says with a sly smile as Marisol rounds the corner snagging her attention.
By the time Melody turned back to Nash, he was already gone, as if he were never there in the first place. "I'm supposed to wake you up, Melody. Did you get lost on the way down the stairs?" She asks sweetly.
"Shut up." Fumbling for words. "I had to go to the restroom." Marisol stands there, arms crossed.
"You want some water? You sure do look thirsty." She looks up at her, eyes shining with innuendo.
Melody
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"Alright, whatcha gonna wear, girl?" Marisol muffled words ask from the closet. "You seem to have gotten yourself into a hot date, Melly. You gotta look seeexxyyy for ..." Marisols head pops out of the closet."Who are you looking sexy for? Is it Maxxx or maybe forNash? Or…maybe someone else…."
Melody rolls her eyes. "Maybe some shorts and a band tee. It’s the movies, not a nightclub."
"You're no fun." Marisol emerges from the closet wearing a short summer dress and strappy sandals. Rummaging through her clothes, she finds some shorts that admittedly look pretty great on her legs. Her hand lands on Nash's UCLA shirt. She smiles to herself, pulling it over her head instead of her original plan.
Wearing it would be a statement, albeit a secret statement, but she knows Nash will understand.
She was his.
The doorbell rings, and they freeze. It's too early to be Max or Jen. Theo is probably already here somewhere. Touching up her lip gloss as Marisol finishes her mascara, they head downstairs.
Max is early. Lovely.
"Hey Melody, I thought, maybe, we could go for some ice cream before the movie?"
Stumbling over her words and Rosa's hopeful expression, nodding yes to her over Max's shoulder. She didn't have the heart to turn her down.
"Well, I do like ice cream." She replies, eyes searching the kitchen for Nash. Even Marisol looks a little off balance.
"Wonderful!" Rosa says.
Nash comes bounding down the stairs fast, phone in hand. She almost swoons, but then again, she always thinks he looks good. Wearing a very loud muscle shirt and brown cargo shorts, he looks very much like a California boy, displaying so much tan skin and tattoos that it takes insurmountable effort to peel her eyes from his skin.
"Hey Max, what's going on?" Nash says as he lands the final step.
"Coach Max is taking Melody out for ice cream, Graham." Marisol emphasizes the word ice cream for some reason, eyebrows going wide.
"Alright, cool. I'm ready to go if you are," Nash replies, heading to the kitchen to kiss his mom goodbye.
"Mijo! Let them go on their date. The movie doesn't start for another hour, and you have to wait for Jen and Peter." Rosa says, scandalized as if the mere thought of Nash coming on their date was so outrageous.
Was it so outrageous for him to join them? She wanted him there, but it seemed that her initial thoughts were spot on. No one thought it was a good idea for them to be together. If going out for ice cream was so scandalous, what would Rosa think if she knew exactly what she was doing with her son behind closed doors?
Nash
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After getting that text from Marisol, he grabbed whatever shirt he could find and hauled his ass to the front door. There was no way Maxy boy was going to be anywhere alone with Melody.
Being cockblocked by his own mother, however, was not something he had anticipated.
Let them go on their date. His heart sank. It was like his entire reason for getting up in the morning walked out that door with Max’s hand on her lower back. Way too close to her ass for his liking. He was furious, and he really couldn't mistake the cocky smirk Max threw at him as he closed the front door.
