Page 38 of On The Edge
“Melody!” Adam calls for me.
“Mel!” Markus shouts.
“Come back here right now!” Reis demands.
I roll my eyes at the sound of his voice. I hear them calling for me, but I have to get out of here.
Luckily, while the place seems fancy and grand, it’s not confusing. I’m able to locate the front door and slip on some shoes that look like they might fit me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Reis follows me with a sheet wrapped around his waist, dragging the rest of the fabric behind him like a gown.
“Away from here.”
“You can’t,” he insists. If I didn’t know better, I might say I heard some nerves in his voice.
“Watch me,” I snap, flipping my hair and standing up straight before opening the door. Looking at him pointedly, I slam it shut and race away from this chaos.
“Melody!” he yells through the closed door.
The hallway is cool and silent, and I feel like I can finally take a breath. Resting my back against the wall, I breathe deeply. Just for a moment, before pressing the button for the elevator.
I don’t have a phone, money, or my ID. I don’t have anything on me but the clothes on my back. I’ve been with less before, and made it through.
Ding!The shiny metal elevator doors open and I step inside, smirking to myself. I’ll be fine. Right as the doors are about to close, a man jumps inside. The door nearly closes on his leg, but his blonde hair gives him away.
The reason I didn’t hear Kai call after me was because he was changing his clothes to follow me. His wicked grin heats my blood as he brushes off his shirt, making a show of repositioning his clothes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
He smiles brightly. “You didn’t think that we were going to let you go, now did you?”
Fuck.
ELEVEN
I can’t tellif she actually thought we’d just let her go into the city without anything. No phone, no money, no protection, no guard. Did she really think we’d changed so much that we wouldn’t care?
I guess that’s valid, based on how we’ve treated her so far.
The moment she said that to Reis, I knew she was going to run. I saw the same frustration and desperation in her eyes that I feel daily. And when I start feeling like that, I have to run too. The apartment seems too small, too crowded, the guys don’t understand, but Melody always did. So I ran after her, nearly jumping into the elevator to follow her.
“I can take care of myself. I've been doing just fine without you assholes,” she insists, the venom in her voice barbing my heart.
“Mel,” I plead, hanging my head.She’s wearing my shoes. They’ve got to be at least three sizes too big for her.“You’re wearing my shoes.”
“I wasn’t going to go running through New York City barefoot. I’m not stupid.”
“Never said, or thought, you were.” I make a mental note to go to the nearest shoe store. I cannot have her clomping around in shoes like that.
Melody turns away from me, standing to face the front of the elevator. It’s fucking adorable. She’s standing there, arms crossed hotly and tapping her foot like she wants time to move faster.
I don’t mind, though, because I get to unabashedly check her out. When we left Haven, she was just going into her senior year. Her hair was long and glossy, her skin was supple with happiness and youth.
And her ass, goddamn, her ass. I close my eyes and silently groan in pleasure at how pert and bouncy it still is. Each cheek is definitely more than a handful, and I’ve always wanted to shove my face between them while she’s writhing in pleasure.
“Are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you actually going to say something?” Melody snaps, turning her head sharply to look at me with those burning brown eyes.
I put my hands into my pocks leisurely and tip my head, looking at her through teasingly narrow eyes. “Did youwantme to say something, Sync? I got the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.”
