111. HUSH MELODY!

JENSEN’S POV. One day later. I stared at the ceiling. Melody was curled into me as she belonged there, her naked body warm and soft against my side. One of her legs was thrown over mine, thigh draped possessively across my hips. The blanket had slipped down, barely covering her ass, and her head rested right over my heart, breathing slow and even. She fit perfectly. Too perfectly. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sara. I carefully untangled myself, pressing a light kiss to Melody’s temple before sliding out of bed. I placed the phone on her bedside table and slipped into the bathroom. The mirror showed the truth I kept hidden from almost everyone. My hair, usually yanked back into a tight, low bun, was messy from Melody’s fingers earlier. I loosened it completely, letting the short, neck-length strands fall around my face. It felt strangely freeing. And yet terrifying. I knew what I was doing with Melody was dangerous. I wanted her, fuck, I craved her but my father would n