Page 81 of Save the Drama for your Mama
A thought struck me. “Okay, let’s assume that message is a sign from my mom, telling us to go for it and don’t worry about the details. Maybe it’s my mom’s blessing.”
Melody thought about it. “It’s possible . . .”
“I have an idea,” I said. “Let’s kiss. If she approves, she surely would give us some sort of sign.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You just want an excuse for me to rock your world with another one of my fabulous kisses.”
“What? No way,” I scoffed. “I mean, yes, I want another one, but that is not the reason I suggested this.”
“Admit it—you’re angling for a kiss,” Melody said.
“This is only about interpreting the mysterious note and its author,” I insisted.
“You expect me to believe you want to kiss for the sake of testing for paranormal activity?” Melody asked.
“It’s a legitimate experiment! We have to cover all bases,” I argued.
“Yeah, and for you it’s first base,” she said. “Not happening, ghostbuster.”
“Scared you might enjoy it too much?” I stepped closer and took her hands.
She pushed me back, eyes sparkling. “Nice try! You’ll have to find another test subject for your experiment.”
“I only want you,” I said, hoping she realized I was dead serious.
Melody lost her smile.
Then she glanced at my lips.
Without another word, I drew her closer. Her body melted against mine as I leaned in, my heart racing. Our lips met, and I was lost all over again, drowning in the sweetness of her kiss. The world fell away until there was only Melody, her soft lips, her floral scent, and the warmth of her body against mine. I never wanted this kiss to end.
Suddenly, a crash jolted us apart. Melody looked dazed, glancing down at the broken reading lamp on the floor.
“Wow—you were right,” she said. “That was a sign.”
I grimaced. “I wish it was, but I bumped the lamp with my elbow.”
Melody nodded, lost in thought. “You know, kissing you is going to be very expensive if we break something every time it happens.”
She laughed and I joined her, then soon we were both teary-eyed with laughter, experiencing some maniacal tension release.
“I guess there aren’t any ghostly activities after all,” I said.
Melody’s cheeks were flushed. “Maybe not, but I’d say your experiment shows promise for further tests.”
I grinned. “My thoughts exactly. Let’s go finish our dinner.”
Hand in hand, we left the library, still puzzled by the cryptic note, but too caught up in each other to care.
As we polished off the room-temperature seafood linguini and garlic bread, Melody glanced over at me, looking like she wanted to say something.
“Come on, spit it out. What’s on your mind?” I said.
She hesitated. “I know you don’t want to talk about the rescue today, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. At least tell me why you wanted to become a lifeguard. Wait, I’ve got it. You wanted to be just like David Hasselhoff inBaywatch?”
“Ha! Not quite.” I chuckled. “Knight Riderwas more my speed. My mom loved watching that show back in the eighties and told me about it. I found it online and binge-watched all ninety episodes.”
Melody shook her head, grinning. “Then what was it? I’m sure you didn’t just wake up one day and decide to spend your summers watching the people on the beach.”
