Melodie wakes. Rolling over, she gently kisses Jax. Climbing out of bed, she wraps Jax's shirt around herself. Walking downstairs, Oscar is sat at the table again with his coffee. Walking in, Melodie starts taking out food, making herself a coffee.
Oscar watches her, feeling himself getting turned on as she reaches up, showing her ass.
"You shouldn't be cooking today, Melodie." His words sound cold. His head shakes. He didn't mean to sound cruel. Standing, he tries smiling at her. "You have the funeral. Let me cook. sit down, seriously." He looks at her, his eyes gazing over her legs.
"No, I'm good, thanks, Oscar. It keeps my mind off everything."
He shakes his head. She needs to sit the hell down.
"Seriously, sit down, Melodie." Oscar shakes his head as she laughs, reaching to the
