occupies my thoughts when I’m awake and is now in my house, in my brother’s bed. Who is she and why was she sent to cause bedlam to my mind?
I finish getting ready and make my way downstairs. I must have missed them coming out of his room because now they’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They’re both dressed. Her eyes bore into me as I make my way to the pot and fill my cup. I’m about to take a gulp when some blond guy comes down the stairs in a pair of boxers. What the actual fuck? He blushes like a woman when he sees me.
“Hi.” He head nods to me and then looks at Melody who is suppressing a grin
“Did I miss a party?” I ask, cocking my brow as Ry smirks.
“You couldn’t handle my kinda parties, brother.”
Melody’s eyes widen. “Ry, thank you for taking care of me, and you too, Sean but I’m never drinking again.” She puts her cup in the sink, her arm brushing mine. Even a subtle touch makes my dick come to life. “I need to head back to my dorm.” She waves over her shoulder on her way out of my house. That was a real casual goodbye.
“She’s not your usual type,” I say, then look to the practically naked blond guy standing there like a statue. “Go get dressed, party’s over.”
Ryan’s eyes follow the retreating guy while answering with no emotion in his tone. “They’re just some people from college. The guy you just gave a stroke is Sean, and the female you insulted in the bathroom is Melody. Although she fascinates me I’m not fucking her.”
Why does that make my body relax? Okay, not going to dwell on that. I leave before he can read anything into the small smile that tilts my lips. Like I figured, a girl like her wouldn’t be into bed hopping with a kinky bastard, even if she did try it on with me. I head to work without another word.
I FELT A LITTLE TIRED as I sat sipping my coffee. I didn’t really like drinking alcohol but with Melody practically tipping shots into my mouth last night it couldn’t be avoided. My mind replays everything that happened over in my mind.
Carrying Melody to the cab; she was troubled, even in her alcohol-induced sleep. So, alcohol was going to be how she coped with things. The turbulence in her eyes told me she was battling to cope. I wanted to ask her, get her to open up to me but even with her drunken tongue, she didn’t say anything about her trip home. The reason she was gone for so long and the reason behind her sorrow remained a secret.
Sean climbed in next to me and kept glancing at Melody, asleep, wrapped in my embrace. I gave the cab driver my address and we rode in silence for the ten minute journey. When we pulled up, Sean was hesitant, clearly not sure if he was welcome to come in. I was curious if he would let me take an unconscious Melody into my house without saying anything. He’d only known me for two weeks.
The cab driver broke the stare between Sean and me. “Is she okay? Do you know her?”
I smiled. “She’s our best friend, had a rough break up. Sean, baby, get the door.” The cab driver scrunched his nose, looked between me and Sean then nodded. Sean was stunned, staring at me.
I kicked his ankle. “Door.”
He opened his door and rushed round to get mine. I pulled myself out of the cab, not easy with another person attached to you. “Pay the driver.”
Sean scrabbled for his wallet, giving the driver a twenty and tapping the roof of the car. The driver took off, kicking up gravel as he departed.
“My key’s in my front pocket.”
Sean’s eyes bulged then he slipped his hand in my pocket, his pale skin displaying a blush as it painted his entire face. He couldn’t make eye contact and I suppressed a laugh. He was so transparent and he didn’t even know it. Pathetic. He unlocked the door and followed me in. I went straight upstairs and placed Melody on my bed. “Take her pants and shoes off. I need to piss.” Sean squirmed a little, looking between us. “Sean.”
“Why did
I finish getting ready and make my way downstairs. I must have missed them coming out of his room because now they’re in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They’re both dressed. Her eyes bore into me as I make my way to the pot and fill my cup. I’m about to take a gulp when some blond guy comes down the stairs in a pair of boxers. What the actual fuck? He blushes like a woman when he sees me.
“Hi.” He head nods to me and then looks at Melody who is suppressing a grin
“Did I miss a party?” I ask, cocking my brow as Ry smirks.
“You couldn’t handle my kinda parties, brother.”
Melody’s eyes widen. “Ry, thank you for taking care of me, and you too, Sean but I’m never drinking again.” She puts her cup in the sink, her arm brushing mine. Even a subtle touch makes my dick come to life. “I need to head back to my dorm.” She waves over her shoulder on her way out of my house. That was a real casual goodbye.
“She’s not your usual type,” I say, then look to the practically naked blond guy standing there like a statue. “Go get dressed, party’s over.”
Ryan’s eyes follow the retreating guy while answering with no emotion in his tone. “They’re just some people from college. The guy you just gave a stroke is Sean, and the female you insulted in the bathroom is Melody. Although she fascinates me I’m not fucking her.”
Why does that make my body relax? Okay, not going to dwell on that. I leave before he can read anything into the small smile that tilts my lips. Like I figured, a girl like her wouldn’t be into bed hopping with a kinky bastard, even if she did try it on with me. I head to work without another word.
I FELT A LITTLE TIRED as I sat sipping my coffee. I didn’t really like drinking alcohol but with Melody practically tipping shots into my mouth last night it couldn’t be avoided. My mind replays everything that happened over in my mind.
Carrying Melody to the cab; she was troubled, even in her alcohol-induced sleep. So, alcohol was going to be how she coped with things. The turbulence in her eyes told me she was battling to cope. I wanted to ask her, get her to open up to me but even with her drunken tongue, she didn’t say anything about her trip home. The reason she was gone for so long and the reason behind her sorrow remained a secret.
Sean climbed in next to me and kept glancing at Melody, asleep, wrapped in my embrace. I gave the cab driver my address and we rode in silence for the ten minute journey. When we pulled up, Sean was hesitant, clearly not sure if he was welcome to come in. I was curious if he would let me take an unconscious Melody into my house without saying anything. He’d only known me for two weeks.
The cab driver broke the stare between Sean and me. “Is she okay? Do you know her?”
I smiled. “She’s our best friend, had a rough break up. Sean, baby, get the door.” The cab driver scrunched his nose, looked between me and Sean then nodded. Sean was stunned, staring at me.
I kicked his ankle. “Door.”
He opened his door and rushed round to get mine. I pulled myself out of the cab, not easy with another person attached to you. “Pay the driver.”
Sean scrabbled for his wallet, giving the driver a twenty and tapping the roof of the car. The driver took off, kicking up gravel as he departed.
“My key’s in my front pocket.”
Sean’s eyes bulged then he slipped his hand in my pocket, his pale skin displaying a blush as it painted his entire face. He couldn’t make eye contact and I suppressed a laugh. He was so transparent and he didn’t even know it. Pathetic. He unlocked the door and followed me in. I went straight upstairs and placed Melody on my bed. “Take her pants and shoes off. I need to piss.” Sean squirmed a little, looking between us. “Sean.”
“Why did
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