Some Things Are Meant to BeChapter 8
"So what do we do now?" I dared to ask. Melanie and I were still curled up in bed. Our flight would be leaving in a couple of hours. For the second time in three days, I woke up to the smell of Melanie's pretty dark hair. Only this time, we were both naked. We both reeked of sex. She absently ran her hand across my chest. Her fingernails made my skin crawl. "I don't know, Kevin," she replied. "I don't even know what I'm going to do now." "Things will work out," I was trying my...