Brad was sitting upright in his bed, a book open in front of him. His hair was wet and sexily tousled as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times. Melanie found herself wanting to snuggle up against his bare chest and bury her fingers in his hair. Brad looked up unsurprised to see her in his room; he’d been expecting her.
“I was right wasn’t I? It was Aria?” Brad asked somberly.
Melanie nodded. Brad opened his arms to her, allowing Melanie to fold herself into him and settle herself on his lap.
“She helped my mom give birth to me,” Melanie whispered against Brad’s chest. “She took care of me when my own mother didn’t want anything to do with me. And…my grandmother is the one that sent me to live with my father.”
Brad tensed, wanting to ask more about Melanie’s biological mot
