It must have been quite a sight, him in his Armani suit, with his shoes polished, leaning back on the hinge, trying to convince Melody to let him pass.
“But you’re leaving for good,” she agreed, making way for him.
“I don’t think so,” he commented as he walked in. “I have something to propose you and I don’t know if you want me to leave right away.”
“I would have preferred not to see you anymore, but we’re not for what I want, aren’t we?” she walked over to a faded couch and sat down, crossing her legs. She let her hair down and it fell across her chest, blocking his delightful view of her small, round breasts.
Timothy watched the silky hair fall into her lap, as she rested her hands on her thighs and slowly watched her eyes slowly lose the sleepiness he had observed when he arrive
