“Or at least takes these off.” Melody whispers.
She leans back as you hold her by the waist. In a flash, her rain-wrinkled fingers are fumbling with the belt that holds her skirt up. As soon as it is unbuckled, they move up as her skirt hits the floor and she unbuttons her top.
“What are you doing?” You ask her as she continues to undress right in your living room.
“I’m taking my clothes off Jack.” She replies as the last of her most recent tears drip off her face.
“I can see that.” You say as you let her go. “But why are you doing that here, right in front of me. If you want to change, go in the bed room, and I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
“Because I need someone to appreciate my body tonight. Might as well be you.” She says as she gets her top open. You are vaguely aware of the fact that she is not wearing a bra, but you do not look at her breasts. She is in the process of taking her shirt off when she looks you in the eyes and notices your disapproval. It hits her like a ton of bricks and causes her eyes to well up again.
“I’m sorry Jack.” She says as she closes her shirt and pulls back into your embrace. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“I’m not mad. Well, at least not at you. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault Keith is an asshole.” You pat her head and try to hold back a tear of your own. This embrace last for a few silent moments. Trying not to check her out, you close your eyes and count her tear drops in your mind.
“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost both my boyfriend and my best friend in one night.” Melody says through her tears. “Now, about that hot chocolate?”
“Do you want one big marshmallow, or a handful of small ones?” You ask her as she lets you go and turns around. She responds by holding up one finger as she walks towards your shared bed room. Before she disappears, she removes her shirt and you fail in your attempt to not stare at her in just a thong.
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