Page 65 of P.S. I Miss You

His hands tug at my pajama top, yanking it over my head. The clink of his belt buckle in the dark follows. I can’t see a thing, but I can feel everything.

His heat.

His hardness.

His heart as it thrums steady beneath my palm.

“God, I missed you,” he whispers into my ear. His words tickle and my lips curl into an enormous grin he’ll never get to see. “So fucking much.”

And then it happens.

The words …

They appear out of no where …

No warning, no nothing …

“I love you.” I blurt the words without an ounce of finesse, like they were eating away at my insides and I had to get them out as quickly as possible.

His hands, which were roaming my half naked body a moment ago, stop.

Oh, god …

My chest is frozen. I’m pretty sure I’m not breathing. And I’m pretty sure if he doesn’t say something in the next five seconds, I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen and embarrassment.

“Melrose …”

I don’t like the way he says my name. I don’t like that it sounds like he’s about to drop some kind of truth bomb on me.

We stumble in the blackness until we find the bed, but he never lets me go. Pulling me into his lap, he hooks his hands along my sides.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone.” His admission is delivered with a heavy breath, a long sigh of sorts.

“You don’t have to—”

“—no,” he cuts me off. “Let me finish.”

“Okay …”

“I’ll be the first to admit, I don’t know what love is. I’ve never known it. Never received it. I don’t have anything to compare this to … this … thing we have. You and me.”

I say nothing as I’m glued to his every word.

Sutter clears his throat before continuing. “All I know is that what I feel when I’m with you, feels different than anything else I’ve ever felt in my life. And I can only assume that what this is …”

My heart pounds in my ears, the whooshing nearly drowning out his sweet confession. I want to bottle this moment. I want to wear it in a charm around my neck, keeping it near my heart always.

“I love you, Melrose,” he finally says. His fingertips skim my jaw and he guides my face closer to his. “Incoherent bullshit rambling aside, I guess that’s what I’m getting at.”

“It’s not incoherent bullshit rambling,” I say. “It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Can you say it again? One more time?”

He doesn’t speak. Not with words. His hot mouth presses against mine, followed by the dancing of our tongues. When we come up for air, I need a moment to catch my breath. My entire body is lit, all that exhaustion from earlier just … gone. In its place is pure euphoria, and I’m never letting it go.

“I love you, Melrose,” he says again. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

TattleStar Online

Mae Hefley, Associate Reporter

March 27, 2019

It’s official. Hollywood A-list producer Robert McCauley has been indicted on seven counts of sexual assault stemming from a New Year’s Eve party this past December at the Chateau Marmont. Up-and-coming model Rainbow Hartley, who graced the cover of last year’s Sports Illustrated Swim Suit issue, wasted no time going public with her accusations shortly after the alleged holiday tryst, which involved four female escorts, cocaine, and cameras. Shortly after Rainbow’s story hit the press, no less than twelve other Hollywood starlets came forward with similar stories of McCauley’s unwanted advances, bribes, and sexually aggressive tactics. If convicted, McCauley faces federal prison time and will likely have to pay an unspecified amount in damages.

GossipRock.co

Geena Newell, Staff Writer

August 12, 2021

It’s wedding bells for Melrose Nights front man Nick Camden and his blushing bride, Seraphina Holden! In a Bahamian ceremony this week, the couple exchanged handwritten vows and exchanged a kiss in front of eight-six of their closest family and friends. In lieu of wedding bands, the couple—still in their dress and tux—rode an aquamarine Vespa to Paradise Ink and had their wedding date tattooed on their left ring fingers in Roman numerals. But that wasn’t the only tradition the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Camden forwent. Standing in as “best woman” was Nick’s childhood best pal, Melrose Claiborne. For a rock star who’s always done things his own way, we’d expect nothing less.

Celebstar Magazine

Kara Delgado, Senior Reporter

October 2, 2023

A Melrose by Any Other Name

Elusive and in-demand Melrose Claiborne-Alcott is living the good life, tucked away in the desirable Calle Bianco neighborhood in the Hollywood Hills, and Celebstar Magazine was granted an exclusive, all-access pass to her private life, which we can only describe as serene meets luxe.

In a quaint yet dreamy and unassuming home with a gated driveway and a canopy of shade trees, the Alcotts raise their two-year-old daughter, Paisley, alongside their pug, Murphy, and their newest addition, a rescue cat named Pidge. But something else is on the horizon for the Alcotts. Sutter and Melrose are expecting a second daughter in January!

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