102. HUSH MELODY!

“Let me worship you in ways no man ever has.” MELODY’S POV “Mel!” My body jolted at the sound of her voice sharp and familiar. My head snapped toward the door before my mind could catch up. Jensen burst into my apartment like a storm with a pulse, all speed and purpose, her presence instantly swallowing the room. Of course, she looked perfect. She always did. White Jordans kissed the floor with confidence. A black tank top clung to her as if it belonged there, like it had been designed with her in mind. White joggers sat low on her hips, looking effortlessly stylish. Her dark hair was pulled sleek and tight into a low bun, and not a strand was out of place. Resting against her collarbone was the silver necklace with the violin pendant. My gift. My tenth birthday gift to her. She had never taken it off. Not once. And every time I saw it, something inside my chest twisted painfully, like a reminder I hadn’t asked for. Dark hair. Piercing hazel eyes. Six-foot-one of pure intimi