Page 13 of Meeting Melody
I grab her panties on the floor, carefully putting them back on her.
I guide her into a sitting position and maneuver her arms into the sleeves of my t-shirt, then her head. I tug it down. It makes her look tiny, and damn it if it doesn’t threaten to harden my dick again, seeing her breasts through the thin cotton. I set her back on the pillow, finally dragging the blanket up over her legs. After a moment’s hesitation, I roll her onto her side.
Then I stroke her hair once, tucking it behind her ear, and force myself to move away.
But I don’t leave her house. With her drugged, I don’t have to worry about her waking up and finding me snooping. I go into the bathroom first, flicking on the light and going for her medicine cabinet.
There’s something settling—like,right—about being shirtless in her bathroom after sex. But I don’t dwell on that now. After a minute, I locate what I want, and I grin.Got you. I pick up the foil packet of birth control and slide it into my pocket. I do one more thing, then I turn the light out.
I grab my things on my way out, making sure it was like I was never there. Minus the evidence I left on Melody’s skin, in her cunt. And my t-shirt, that may or may not haveRhodeson the back. Because I’m subtle.
I’ll be glued to my phone—and the camera app—awaiting her reaction in the morning.
It can’t come soon enough.
6
MELODY
Iwake up sore. And with a pounding headache.
Opening my eyes just makes it a hundred times worse.
I whimper and screw them shut again, curling into a fetal position. I need a minute to take stock of my body outside of my headache—and then the pulse between my legs registers. My hand creeps down. I fell asleep in an oversized t-shirt and panties that I don’t remember putting on. I ignore it and slide my hand into my panties. I’m extra slick, and I moan when my fingers skate over my clit.
My orgasm comes fast and hard, and I smother my groan in my pillow.
Damn. I haven’t made myself come that fast in a while. It was like it was right there, waiting for me to touch myself.
With that note lingering in my head, I roll out of bed and into the bathroom.
I flick on the on the overhead light and perch on the toilet. The sting when I pee is… familiar—but not in the way that should feel normal for waking up alone in my bed.
Did I have sex?
I shiver. My memory of last night is hazy. I left the bar with Lucy after we danced through a few songs. I have class this afternoon—I didn’t want to get drunk. I had three drinks. It’s my hard limit on a school night—and at the bar we went to, it should’ve put me at a nice buzz.
Not…this.
My stomach flips, and I raise my gaze to meet my eyes in the mirror.
I gasp.
Bruises cover my neck, dipping down into the shirt. I touch one and wince. It’s like a hickey with… “Are those teeth marks?” I murmur, leaning in closer to examine it.
I yank the shirt off and toss it on the counter, further examining my body. The red and purple marks trail down my throat to my collarbone. There’s more on my breast.
I had sex with someone last night, and I don’t remember.
There’s an opaque white substance on my abdomen, caught in my pubic hair.
Blue on the white t-shirt catches my attention, and my brain stutters. I move slowly, picking up the shirt and turning it around. There’s the Crown Point University Hawks emblem on the back, with a name across the shoulder blades.
Rhodes.
I drop the shirt and cover my mouth.
There’s no way in hell I would’ve gone home with Jacob or let him into my house—let alone sleep with him.
