She could probably relax while being buried alive.
Melodie headed upstairs without another word, and I felt the blanket of awkwardness settle in my bones.
At least Natalie was nowhere to be found.
Is Melodie really going to the bathroom, or is this a ruse?
Throw me into the shark tank and lock the fucking door.
Melodie turned toward me from where she was still standing on the grand staircase and hollered down. “Cry Baby.”
I looked at her, confused about why she was being so damn obvious.
“What?”
“You’ve spent the entire night trying to become what you think men want.”
“I wasn’t?—”
“You were.”
She smiled, and Ethan did, too.
“It was adorable, and he saw that.”
I scowled at her and ignored Ethan’s chuckle.
“I wasn’t adorable.”
“You nearly apologized because you made eye contact.”
“Shut up.”
She laughed again, and now Ethan was full-blown laughing too.
Great…
“Here’s lesson number one, Cry Baby.”She pointed at Ethan and then made a kissing motion with her hands. “Stop asking permission to exist and kiss the man.”
“I don’t—” I started, but she shook her head at me.
“You apologize every time you breathe.”
“I do not!”
She raised an eyebrow, and I opened my mouth, then shut it again.
“Sorry.”
Silence.
Then…Ethan burst into laughter, and my stomach twisted.
No. No more laughter.
Without thinking about it, I turned and slammed Ethan against the wall. He was taller than me, but I used my thigh to press into his cock, grinding my leg in tune with his shocked moans.
Melodie actually clapped. “There he is.”
