CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Abram
I stare dazedly at my just concluded painting.
What’s this...? Did I just...?
I run my hand through my hair and stand abruptly, kicking my chair to the ground in the process.
I turn away from the painting, running my hand down my face as an unfamiliar feeling of anxiety lodges itself in my chest. It feels like my chest is closing up, and I can’t seem to breathe well.
I turn back to my canvas and quickly hide it away.
What the hell was I thinking?
I hear the sound of the front door closing softly, signifying Melody’s entrance.
I take a deep breath and ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach.
I exit my studio, leaving behind my momentary foolishness and all the emotions it evokes.
“I was just about to come….”
I swoop in and capture her lips in a hard kiss.
I press her against the door and plunder her mouth with my tongue. Melody returns my kiss with the same energy.
She weaves her hands into my hair and presses herself against me.
I rub my arousal against her, hoping she will feel the depth of the fire that she lights up in me.
We both pull away at the same time, breathing hard from the exertion.
“Wow...” Melody says with a surprised laugh. “That was... What was that?”
I take her hand in mine and lead her to the living room sitting.
“Sit,” I say, pointing to the coffee table.
Despite the deep confusion in her eyes, I like that she obeys without a word of objection.
“Are... Are you alright?” Melody asks after observing my stormy silence for a few seconds.
Even I can’t explain this collusion of foreign emotions that I feel.
What I do know is that she is the root of it all. I feel like she’s the only one who can resolve this desperation pulsing in my blood.
Melody’s eyes widen in surprise when I suddenly fall to my knees in front of her.
“Wh...What are you doing?” she asks, searching my face with a worried expression.
“I suddenly feel thirsty,” I reply simply.
“I can get you a glass of water then,” Melody says, already moving to stand from her place on the coffee table.
My hand on her thigh stops her.
“I’ll just drink from you,” I tell her with a wicked smirk.