Chapter 327: A Change
"Can you help me up?"
Melody asked Adam as he returned from sending off Max. She bit her lip the moment the words left her mouth. Adam paused, giving her a questioning look and she knew why. But it was too late and she had already said the words. Melanie probably wouldn’t have asked for help. She was too independent and proud.
But she was not Melanie. She wanted him near her. She wanted to feel his presence, his warmth, and couldn’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t sound odd or desperate.
When Adam didn’t move right away and simply stared at her, she froze. Maybe she’d made a mistake. Maybe she’d overstepped. Her fingers curled slightly into the blanket, and she started to turn her face away.
But before she could, he stepped forward in two long strides and leaned down, slipping his arms under her with ease. "Your wish is my command, my sweet little Melon..." he murmured in a low affectionate tone.
She felt her breath catch and a small laugh escaped her as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight. Her body relaxed the moment she felt the steadiness of his grip, the surety in the way he carried her.
She nestled close, letting her head rest against his shoulder as he carried her toward the washroom. With his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek and his arms around her, she found herself wishing she could stay like this forever. Just buried in his arms, safe and unseen by the world.
Adam carried her into the washroom with quiet ease, set her on her feet before stepping back. His hands lingered briefly at her elbows, and Melody felt a thrill at that but then, he simply steadied her and walked out, closing the door sloftly behind him.
She stayed where she was, and leaned against the door, listening to the faint sound of his footsteps fading into the room outside. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second.
She needed to move faster. It wasn’t just about pretending anymore. If the police managed to find Melanie, which she doubted but if someone figured out the truth then everything would fall apart. But if she could make Adam hers before that happened, if she could get him to feel something real for her, it wouldn’t matter.