I walk into the group, smirking when I see the people's expectant faces. I smile and clap my hands together.
"Let's begin then!"
He fidgeted sleepily as he woke up, his arms heavier than normal. "Did I drink too much last night?" He thought and then shook his head. Blinking his eyes open, his vision clearing, his heart sped up when he locked eyes with these bright green ones. "Melody!" His mind screamed at him. She smiled at him and didn't seem at all uncomfortable in a strangers arms.
"Hello sweetie." Her voice dripped huskily and sent shivers through him. He smiled in return.
"Well, isn't this a lovely surprise."
She commented on their position and he blushes softly.
"You were sleepy last night so I carried you in here and you wouldn't let go of me, so i laid down with you. Not that I minded of course." He bit his lip and her eyes fluttered.
"Well, what a gentleman. I take it you kept your hands to yourself?" He nodded, not trusting his voice. Matts cheeks darkened when he became aware of a certain morning issue and he could swear she purposefully ground her bum against it. After giggling like a schoolgirl, she moved away from his embrace. He immediately felt the loss and she strode over to the bathroom, throwing over her shoulder.
"You might want to take care of that sweetie." If she gave her hips a little more sway, he didn't say anything. Popping her head around the doorframe, she asked him if she could use the shower. He nodded and handed her some towels as she turned on the water. About ten minutes later, after setting out clothes for her (a band tee shirt and flannel pants that his friend Karen had left) and taking care of a certain problem, he walked by the room and found the bathroom door ajar and she was...singing? Before he knew what he was doing, his ear was pressed against the bathroom door and his eyes closed as she sang. Her voice was wonderful and if he so wished, he could've taken her there. But something, as it always tend to at the most inopportune moments, stopped him. Fear is what he thought it was, but maybe it wasn't. As he was having this internal debate, he nearly fell face first into the sink in the bathroom. The door he was once leaning against opened and Melody stood, smirking, a towel wrapped around her body and her hair. He smiled at the curl that refused to be in the towel and hung loosely over her cheek. His eyes wound down her neck, following to the smooth expanse of-
The bell rings and I stifle a laugh. Just getting started and they are hooked. The looks, the murmurs, "until next week" I thought.
