Yes

“Yes,” your guess is that you look as awkward as Melody, and your attempts to nod result more in a sort of weird jerking back of your head for a few long seconds before you finally stop trying.

“You would?” Melody snorts as she stops crying, her voice no longer a whisper but still affected by her crying, and the way in which she sucks air into her nose a second time causes you to note how her beautiful breasts rise gently, although you’re hardly going to ogle her just seconds after replying to a question which is probably the single most defining one of your relationship.

“Yes,” you say again, watching as Melody uses her hand to wipe away the tears that are staining her right chin. If she were going to yell at you and tell you that your friendship was over and that she wanted you out of your room before sundown, you think she would have done so by now.

Instead, all she does is to look at you without saying anything, and since you’ve really got no idea of what you might say, the two of you allow the silence between you to go on, although it seems to slowly begin to change so that the awkwardness that has troubled you as you stand there slowly begins to disappear.

“So…” Melody finally says, stretching the word out and then saying nothing else.

“Yeah,” you agree with her, you think.

“Melody,” you feel your heart begin to beat faster at what you’re about to ask her, “if I said that I wanted to… take you and… make you mine,” the words sound pretty peculiar when you’re the one uttering them, “would you say yes?”

At this point, you’re pretty eager to ensure that there won’t be any miscommunication between the two of you, and for a moment you feel a sudden cold chill you to the bone as Melody glances down at the floor before looking up at you, and your fear is that you’ve just ruined everything with that stupid question. But it turns out that she’s smiling as she looks back up at you.

“Uh-huh,” Melody responds, and she actually manages to pull off a nod, her smile growing more intense as your eyes reconnect.

“Jack,” Melody’s voice has been weakened again so that it’s barely more than a whisper as you inch closer to each other, with you having placed one hand on her naked hip and the other on her waist while she holds on to your forearm and the outside of your thigh, your gazes still locked as you slowly approach your first kiss, “you’re going to get a fever.”

“I really don’t care,” you reply, and then your lips meet.

You still can’t believe that this is even happening when Melody slips her tongue into your mouth, and your kiss goes on to become more engaged as she locks her arms around your neck and you begin to run yours up and down her sides, savouring the feel of her impossibly soft and smooth skin while the kiss continues.

But then suddenly Melody breaks it off and thrusts herself away from you, though you only have the fraction of a second in which to fear that she’s changed her mind and has decided to reject you before she sneezes rather violently.

“Damn it!” Melody voices her frustration as she pinches the bridge of her nose between her thumb and her index finger, “Way to go to make myself feel sexy.”

“You are sexy,” you hurry to insist as you step up to her and place your hands on her hips, “though you probably shouldn’t run around naked when you’ve got a fever.”

“Yeah, well, I was kind of hoping that you were the sole reason for how hot I was feeling earlier,” Melody has regained her smile and the frustration is gone as she looks at you again, silently moving her lips at first and then following up with the question “do you really think I’m sexy? Even like this?”

“What, naked and pressing yourself against me?” Your question is clearly rhetorical, “I swear, I don’t even know how to describe you.”

“Jack, take me to bed.”

“You’re sure?” You ask as Melody’s requests sends your head spinning, “I mean, we can always wait until you’re feeling better, in case you don’t…”

“Jack, take me to bed. Now.” Melody places one of her hands on top of one of yours as she stares directly into your eyes.