“All right,” he nodded, trying to ignore the comfortable familiarity of her pleasant touch. He nodded, still feeling a little guilty, and left her to her work.
Melissa joined them in the living room for some television after the dishes were done and everything was straightened away, perhaps half an hour later. They watched a comedy imported on the university public television station, British working-class humor about an improbable assortment of characters working in a department store, and Alan found himself regarding the girl out of the corner of his eye.
Her face, unguarded in its relaxation, was sweet and lively, framed in sable tresses. Her impudent lips curled as easily as his own at the predictable double-entendres and leering after cleavage that filled much of the silly show. Som
