Chapter Thirty-Five
Linc
L ast night, I dropped Mel off after dinner and didn’t want to leave her. Witnessing how her mother reacted had me heated. No one talks to Melonie like that; I don’t care if she is her mother. But she assured me she would be fine and just wanted to sleep, so I reluctantly left her on her own at her place.
I jump in the shower to get ready for dinner, this time with my parents. As I wash, I feel pretty peaceful about telling them. My parents have always been supportive of my brother and me, and my mom has talked about wanting grandchildren more than a few times.
I turn off the water and towel down, wrapping it around my waist. When I pick up my comb, the doorbell rings. Mel must be early. I rush to the door, and when I open it, Mel stands, eyes wide, as she scans my body from shoulders to feet. I let her eyes roam and watch her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink.
“Where are your clothes?” Her eyes dart up to mine.
I usher her inside and shut the door. “Sorry, just got out of the shower, and you’re a little early. I’ll go get dressed.”
She diverts her gaze and sits at the island in the kitchen. “Sorry I was early. I’ll just wait here.”
“Okay, I’ll be out in ten.” Before I walk back to my room, I stop to lean against the doorway of the kitchen and cross my arms, catching her eyes on me again. “Unless you want to get a better view.”
“Oh, my god. Go get dressed.”
I let out a loud laugh, then turn to walk to my room with a smile on my face. She was definitely checking me out.