I let out a silent laugh as Melody glares daggers at me.
“Please.”
I roll off the bed, hit the floor, and press against the hardwood like I’m hiding from the goddamn cops.
From where I’m crouched, I can see the bottom half of her legs as she jumps out of bed.
She opens the door a crack.
“Hey,” she says, voice higher than usual.
“Morning,” Dom replies, probably scanning her face. “Everything good?”
“Yeah, I just got up.”
I fight the urge to snort.Technicallynot a lie.
“Figured. We’re having breakfast downstairs, come down when you’re ready. Jace and you are the only ones not up yet.”
I smile, imagining the look on Melody’s face.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Uh, yeah, I’m coming in a bit.”
“I made you that spinach omelet thing you like.”
“Thanks, Dom.”
A pause.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“Positive.” I see her bare foot shuffle nervously.
And I’m a sick bastard, because this? This is hot.
The way her voice shakes, the way she lied for me—it’s turning me on.
But it should be scaring the hell out of me, because this can’t go on. I can’t keep sneaking around like I’m hiding from my dad.
If Dom finds out, he won’t just be mad. He’ll use my skull like a puck and launch it straight through the wall.
And maybe I deserve it. But even knowing all that… I’d still do it again.
I hear his footsteps fade down the hall before the door clicks shut.
Melody exhales, and I see her footsteps as she walks around the bed.
I’m still on the floor, laid out like a dumbass with a smirk on my face and a hard-on that won’t quit.
“That was close,” she says.
“No shit,” I mutter, standing up and stretching my back.
She turns toward me but doesn’t return my smile. Her eyes lock with mine, and something shifts. The air tightens between us. I know that look—I saw it on her yesterday.
Guilt.
“This can’t happen again,” she says.
