She changes clothes, and vents.

“You want me to leave?” you ask.

She shakes her head back and forth as she begins to unbutton her soaking wet blouse. You catch a glimpse of a frilly black bra beneath the wet shirt before she quietly asks you to turn around. You’re neither surprised or offended, this is the arrangement the both of you had come to living in such close quarters. You take the few steps over to your bed, and sit, facing the wall, watching the lightning flash through the thin material of the curtains.

Behind you you hear the sound of Melody stripping off her blouse, and dropping it with a wet plop to the floor. A few minutes after that, the sound of a zipper being pulled down , and the skirt falling to the floor at Melody’s feet is heard. As you have many times before, you glance towards the small mirror sitting on you desktop, and catch the image of your sexy roommate’s back, as she reaches around between her shoulder blades, and unhooks her bra. She doesn’t turn, and bends over out of sight, no doubt slipping off her panties.

You watched her this way before, and you wonder if she knows that you watch her like this, but she’s never said anything about it, and so your eyes travel over her body once again. As she stands back up, you catch a very fleeting glance of her breast when she reaches into her closet, and slips a large, oversized nightshirt over her head.

“You didn’t peek, did you?” she asks, adding "You can turn around now.”

The nightshirt is made of cotton, like a t-shirt, and Melody’s nipples stand at rigid attention under the thin, orange material. Grabbing a towel off of a hook in her closet, she quickly dries her hair, and then brushes it out in front of her mirror, above her dresser. Her eye occasionally meet yours in the reflection as she brushes her hair. Turning around, she walks over to your bed, rather than her own, and sits close beside you, resting her head on your shoulder, and taking your hand in her still cold and damp one.

“What’s wrong with me? Why does every guy I go out with end up cheating on me, or dumping me?” she sniffed loudly, and took a deep breath.

“I mean, I think I’m nice, and most boys think I’m pretty.” she paused “And I’ve never had anybody complain about me as a lover, they always seem satisfied” she says frankly

“I have no doubt that‘s true. You’re the most beautiful girl I know, and I’d feel very lucky to share a bed with you.” This statement is truer than Melody will ever know. You resist the urge to kiss her, knowing she’s always wanted to be “just friends” and doesn’t want anything to ruin that.