Melanie stepped through the portal into Brad’s home, or rather his room to be exact.
Brad was emerging from his bathroom, a towel slung deliciously low on his hips while his hands toweled off his wet hair. He’d just taken a shower and water droplets were still clinging to his chest. But Melanie was too distracted to appreciate the site before her.
“I sensed something was up and was hoping you’d come here,” Brad stated, looking at her with concern.
His eyebrows rose in a silent question to inquire what was bothering her. But when he took in the expression on her face, it was clear that something serious had happened.
He dropped the towel in his hand and held his arms out to her. Melanie ran into them and let herself cry against his chest while he held her, his hands rubbing her back
