123. HUSH MELODY!

MELODY’S POV Have you ever been with someone whose greatest satisfaction came from turning you into a limp, trembling, blissed-out mess? Jensen worshipped me in ways no man ever had or ever could. Every touch, every kiss, every filthy word. After the shower, we spent the rest of the night tangled in each other, talking about Uncle Felix. The abuse. I listened with my heart breaking at every word. All I could do was cry and hold her tighter, stroking her hair while she spoke. I felt so useless and guilty. She was my best friend. My family. How had I never seen this side of her? How had I missed the signs? I should have done better. I should have known better. But now it was morning and Jensen had been impossibly clingy all night. And I loved it. I loved being her safe place. I was lying on my stomach, completely naked, the sheets barely draped over the curve of my ass. I felt her lips pressing kisses up the back of my legs, starting from my calves and moving higher. I shivered,