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Melody started to get her school things together. Tomorrow was a new day, and she couldn't deny the twinge of excitement that hit her at the prospect of a new school year.
Last year was full of mistakes, but this year, she is going in with her eyes wide open.
She was in control. And it all starts with a blank slate, or in this case, the blank walls of her classroom.
Getting lost in the whirlwind of stress, lesson plans, and butcher paper, Melody realizes that the hours had been ticking by. Eventually, most of her boxes had been packed up and loaded into her car. She would need to make various trips for all this stuff. And judgeing by the large boxes by her couch, she may need to bite the bullet and ask Duke for help with the new shelves for her reading corner.
It was somewhere between loading the third box into her hatchback and the shelving unit that she pulled out her phone. Just a quick peek to see if he had responded.
Her body heated with embarrassment.
Graham never returned her message.
He hadn’t even read them.
He had said that Melody could find him when she was ready. Well, damn it, she was ready now.
"Fuck it." She says aloud, let's go find Graham.
Somewhere along the way, Nash had become Graham in her head. The two people she had separated had finally become one.
She smiles to herself.
She is ready for this.
It may have taken her a little longer to come to terms with it, but here she is.
She put on a flattering dress that clung to her curves and let her hair fall down in waves, the way he liked it.
How hard could it be to find him? She knows where his apartment is, he shares it with a roommate according to Marisol. She gave her all his info when Melody decided to leave Nashville.
Pulling up to the complex, she felt instantly apprehensive. Everyone here was so young. Children really. Girls wearing barely anything at all, and guys drinking and laughing loudly. She felt horribly out of place.
Maybe this was a bad idea. She shouldn’t have come. Looking down at her now very modest-looking dress and boots, the age differences are quite staggering.
Crap, she was already here, might as well get this over with.
Standing at the threshold of apartment 102, she takes a deep breath. It’s a little quieter here, the laughter and noises filtering down from a party at an upper-level apartment.
Before she can muster up the courage to knock, the door opens up to a mountain of man.
Wow, where the heck were these guys when she was in school?
Trailing her gaze upward, away from his admittedly impressive chest, which she was at eye level with. This guy was a giant.
She momentarily berates herself for her lapse in social grace as she openly gapes at this very attractive young man. She shakes herself off. She blames Nash for putting her imagination and hormones into overdrive. The guy eyes up her body salaciously, then gives her a flirty grin. Her cheeks burn at his attention.
"Hey there, baby doll." He says, leaning against the door frame.
"Hello there, um, guy who opened the door. I'm looking for Graham. Is he here?" She asks. God, this guy is gorgeous, too. What the heck was wrong with her? He was probably just as young as Graham.
"Graham, huh? He is up at the party, I think. But come on in, I can do for you whatever you want Graham for. And I can probably do it better." He tells her with a wink, widening the opening at the door as if he really expected her to just walk right in.
She laughs. "I think I'll be okay, thanks. He does it plenty well." She winks back at him.
"Oh, it's like that, is it? " He gives her a more thorough look. You do seem his type, but so much hotter.” He pauses. "You sure you don't want to come in?" He asks, hopefully. "We can go find Graham later." He gives her a little eyebrow wiggle, putting her at ease.
"As flattering as that is, I just need to find Graham. Where is he?"
