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"Or, maybe not." She giggles happily and closes the door on him.
"You wound me, Melody!" He teases, but not really. He reaches up over the door frame and looks down at his dick. Shit, sorry, guy looks like it's just the two of us tonight.
The feeling of her hand on his chest was still seared on his skin, tingling. He puts his forehead on the door.
"Fine, I'll just go back to my room. All alone, and sad." He stays a few seconds after hearing her laugh on the other side. The grin on his face is ridiculous. There is no reason for this to be so much fun.
Melody
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A foreign feeling bubbles up inside her like a volcano, erupting in a puff of, what is this? Joy? She is happy. She had forgotten what it felt like to just live in the moment. Life gets you with its 'what’s the next step' that we forget to just live. To enjoy the little things. The secret smiles, the gentle caresses that life has to offer. These are what make life so beautiful and so magical.
A girl could easily get used to this, waking up surrounded by warm fluffy blankets and surrounded on all sides by Nash.
Each night, they set an alarm for 2 a.m., roughly when Marisol would return from her evenings out. They come awake slowly, often to gentle touches. However, as the days wore on, their stolen mornings took on a sense of urgency.
They are careful and quiet.
He touches and caresses, and she comes undone.
She licks and tugs, and he falls apart.
It was a beautiful routine, one she would never want to give up. Sadly, reality always hits. Marisol makes more noise than she really should be making, and Nash tries to pull her back into his embrace. Each night they spend together the harder he pulls her back and the more tempted she is to give in. To simply stay in his arms. More and more, she has let herself imagine it, lets herself live it, but she just can't seem to find a scenario that makes sense—a scenario when they fit and can live out their happily ever after.
She tries not to think about it mostly. Thoughts of the future make her sad and uncertain.
She can feel his frustration, his sadness every time she pulls away from his arms, but he is quick to shutter it, slapping that sexy grin on his face.
She chooses to ignore it, chooses not to see it, and chooses to walk away from him every time.
Nash
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Sitting on the couch, opening up his laptop for the first time in two months, he finally pulls up the dreaded email.
Why now?
Because he was feeling self-destructive.
Because last night, as he was holding Melody in his arms, he felt restless. He couldn't sleep, just counting down the minutes until she would have to leave him. He wanted to be present for all of those minutes. His body completely unable to relax into her body.
Today is particularly brutal, a special kind of torture, watching Melody sit on the back porch with Max and his parents.
It was making him reckless.
He had been under strict orders to stay inside and wear a shirt. His mother was worried that he would be a distraction and a source of confusion for Melody. If she only knew.
He did as he was told. The dutiful son.
Mostly, at least. He kept to the inside of the house, but the shirt stayed off. A guy’s gotta play up his best assets. He made sure he was sitting on the couch closest to the open French doors, making as much noise as possible to catch Melody’s attention. But there was only so much furniture to move, and so many times he could make noise before it became weird.
So here he sits on the couch, laptop in hand, hovering over the subject line.
Fall Semester.
The email he had been dreading.
