Anthology Melody Bedding Novels & Stories

what right do I even have to ask that question? I wheeled myself into the bedroom, dragging my body up from the chair onto the bed. My progress had stalled lately. Standing was as far as I could get—any further and my legs trembled like they'd forgotten they belonged to me. The door creaked open and Melody walked in, a soft rustle of silk following her. She glided across the room like she owned it—and honestly, she probably did now. The nightgown she wore wasn't fancy, but somehow she made it look like luxury.

I teased and she shot me a glare that made me laugh out before remembering it was about 3am. Next Charlie puth/wiz khalifa – see you again. She sighed and returned to the bed. ‘This one doesn’t tickle your fancy?’ I teased. ‘One more word from you Rodriguez and I will push you out that window to your thorny friends’. I made a zipping motion across my lips ‘You have three options; share the bed, sleep on the floor or go home’. ‘Why can’t you just get me a duvet or something?’ ‘What? Scared I’ll jump you?’