Melissa (Daughters Series, #3) by Leanne Davis

Author:Leanne Davis [Davis, Leanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Leanne Davis
Published: 2017-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

~Melissa~

His face is completely burning up. He’s embarrassed. With me. I’m not sure how to handle that, which is unusual for me. Dealing with guys is probably the one area I totally rock at.

I have never had a guy turn me down before, especially when I’m half–naked and willing. But his reasoning has me stumped. There are so many levels here that I realize he is right about. I do go from one guy to the next. I don’t even have a specific type; I just take the next guy that asks. They want me, I somehow morph into wanting them. Even with Seth.

I was freaked out the night of the water tower. Then came Seth. He was only there to save me. He seemed so concerned. His facial features were tragically worried about me. After being treated like an object and handed around by my boyfriend to his friends, I felt like a rare, interesting, and valuable diamond.

I was still out of it, but I knew Seth was different. He came there only because he cared about my safety. He alone showed decent human compassion towards me.

The way he clutched me next to him was desperate, and his relief was almost tangible. He cared that much about me in that moment. And yeah, that meant something to me. The X made any touch feel good, so good that I went with it, because I liked it. Not the first time either. I often do what feels good without thinking about the consequences.

My safe and sane alternative. That’s what Seth thinks I’m doing here. I get up and sit down next to him. Is he correct?

He could be. Now that I’ve thought about it for a second and put my clothes back on, there is every possibility he could be right. Or that he was just the next one who asked me. Not such an attractive pattern. I curl my arms over my stomach. He’s beside me now, completely quiet. He’s taller than me and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His hair is straight and it falls over his forehead when his head tilts down. I never noticed that before. I like it. It makes me want to push it backwards. There’s something almost sweet about the way he’s sitting there waiting for my reaction. Not many boys or men ever ask or care what my reaction is. Including myself. Maybe mostly myself.

I wish I knew he’d never had sex before that night. That is not how I would have chosen to do it with him. I probably wouldn’t have done it at all. I cringe now, thinking of the odd setting and circumstances. But most of all, that I was the only girl he did it with. That was something I could never claim with him.

I lean my head against his arm for no reason. I don’t know what makes me do that. I’m not usually a warm, fuzzy, clingy kind of girl. I don’t seek out affection.

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