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Nash: Oh yeah? Like what?
She can picture him now, sitting low in his seat, legs bent at the knee, splayed out before him in offering.
His eyes are hooded. She wets her lips before responding, looking around to make sure Max is still busy.
Melody: If you had known precisely what I was thinking about as I licked my ice cream, you wouldn't have stayed in the car.
Nash: Note to self: buy my girl all the ice cream.
She laughs, the sultry sound erupting from her throat. Max sits up straighter, watching her.
"Woops, sorry about that. Should we head out?" She puts her phone back in her pocket as she stands quickly.
"You’re right. The movie starts soon. I just got caught up in conversation. You’re easy to talk to, Melody." He tries to take her hand, but she busies herself with her hair, braiding it down one side. She forgot her hair tie so she has to let it unravel.
After they park the car and approach the theater, she jumps out, rushing ahead of Max.
It's obvious Nash is a little jealous. Why? She has no idea, but she is just as eager as he is to be back in his arms.
She finds him pacing the lobby floor, his long legs eating up the distance quickly. Women and girls of all ages eye him in interest. He does paint a pretty picture. She can't really blame them. With his tattoos on display and his muscular arms and legs, his body is like a magnet. But it's his face that draws everyone in.
He was beautifully tanned and had a gorgeous mouth curled up with a smile just for her. His whole face lit up. She didn't even notice Marisol and Theo off to the side, popcorn in hand, until some of that popcorn got thrown at her face.
She laughs it off. "Hey guys! Have you got your tickets already?" Max comes up to her side, grazing her arm with his, a movement that doesn't go unnoticed by Nash.
"Let's get some snacks, Melly," Nash suggests, pulling her in line with him and away from Max, who follows closely with a scowl on his face. He really does have a pleasant face with soft features, but the scowl isn't doing him any favors.
Still full from ice cream, she orders a small popcorn and a soda.
The theater is packed. She follows behind Max. Nash tucked in close to her back, a steadying presence. He puts his hand on her hip, guiding her towards the seating area. His closeness is overwhelming, especially after their staircase encounter this morning.
She is wound tight, wanting nothing more than to melt into him. But she can't. Max turns just then, ushering them up to the top. They had to split up, three seats on top and two at the bottom. They shouldn't have stopped for ice cream; now they couldn’t sit together. She muses to herself. She loves to get here early and pick the best seats in the house. Sadly, they will probably be smooshed next to some obnoxious kids since they are late.
Theo and Marisol take the lower seats, leaving Melody with Nash and Max.
"Traitor." She whisper-shouts to Marisol for leaving her in the most awkward seating available.
Marisol takes her time walking up the steps in front of Nash. His hands absently run up her legs and under her shirt, holding her by the back of her belt loop. The feeling is intoxicating- the secret touch of his fingers against her skin, publicly claiming her while people rustle themselves into rows and eat popcorn.
As they settle into their seats and the lights dim, Nash pulls up the armrest that separates them and scoots in closer to her.
"I am so excited about this movie. The reviews have been mixed, but I'm stoked." Max leans into Melody while sipping his drink.
"I, actually, have no idea what we are watching.” She admits guiltily. "All I know is it's an action movie of some sort."
Max feigns affront. "We can't be friends." Melody laughs just as the previews come on.
"Now, this is my favorite part!" She says to no one in particular, sinking into the seat with the popcorn on her lap. She really does love this part, all of those stories just begging to be told. The anticipation and eagerness that follows watching a great preview and thinking, I Just HAVE to see that. She watches the screen, absently eating popcorn and making comments about them. Not talking to anyone in particular, just making statements to herself.
Chapter Twelve
Nash
How is he expected to concentrate on anything when Melody’s legs are right there next to him, just begging to be sucked on?
There is no way.
She shifts in her seat, talking to herself about the previews she was watching. All the while, he was watching her in rapt fascination. His fingers trailed the outsides of her thighs. She didn't notice. Well, if she did, she didn't let on that she felt anything. So he kept going, drawing designs and circles on her skin, lost in his own thoughts.
