Chapter 147: Shy
She needed a shot of courage.
Melanie paced her room like a restless cat, eyes narrowing at the door as if it were her own personal mortal enemy. Of course, it wasn’t the poor, innocent door’s fault—it was the not so innocent, no, downright wicked man sitting right outside it.
Every single time she even thought of stepping out, all she could remember was what the two of them had done against the other door... and she blushed furiously, her cheeks burning as something warm and wicked curled low in her belly. She felt aroused. Dam* it! This was just too much sensation.
Her stomach was already growling, clearly unimpressed with her emotional chaos, and all she could think of was the way his mouth had felt against hers—insistent, hot, and utterly unforgettable when she should be thinking of food.
Maybe she could just order takeout for the next few days? Ask the delivery person to avoid the front and come around the back window instead? Yes, that could work. A week of hiding should be enough to get over her sheer embarrassment... right?
Melanie shook her head at her own cowardly thoughts and forced herself to march up to the door. She grabbed the handle with sweaty fingers, steeling herself as she took a deep breath and muttered under her breath like a cheerleader, "You can do it. You can do it."
She opened the door a mere crack, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she came face-to-face with Adam, standing there like he had materialized out of thin air. He wore a grin that was all mischief and raised his eyebrows in amusement, one hand lifted in the air, clearly caught mid-knock.
"Hi, sweet melon," he said smoothly, voice full of amusement. "What are you telling yourself you can do, hmm?"
Melanie blinked at him, frozen in place. Then, realization dawned—and she cursed silently. Of course. The one time she decided to speak her thoughts aloud like some pep-talking lunatic, and he had to be right there to hear every single word of it! Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.