Continued from [X]
John's suggestion to share his room comes as a surprise, but she isn't against the idea. It makes her giddy, if she thinks about it too much, but when the day finally ends Melody finds that her excitement has turned to anxiety. She's nervous for a thousand reasons, none of which she wants to face.
His teasing has her blush darkening and she calls him a liar; she's certain he does bite. She wouldn't mind if he did.
She's hyper aware of his location as she lays there beside him, unsure what to do. Everything seems impossibly loud, even her own breathing, and she desperately tries to calm herthundering heart. She wants to move closer to him, to touch him and drown in his scent, but anxiety keeps her immobile.
She's ready to snap when he makes the first move. She jumps beneath his touch, the attention to her neck making her shiver. She's pressing back into him even as he draws their bodies together, a hand resting on his forearm and admiring his strength. Suddenly, her anxiety is gone as desire drives her. She turns her head in search of his lips, body twisted in his grasp as one hand finds its way into his hair. She wants him. To be his.
"John..."
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