Midnight Bite

hair was having a fit in it, so she set down the small suitcase that she purchased as a set from Ross earlier this week, to throw the now-tangled mess

t. 'I can always fres

ne. She tried having small talk with him on the way over, but he just smiled and nodded each tim

ll smile and was relieved whe

oing on their way. Melody pulled her small suitcase towards the baggage c

rmally isn't the type to stare, but the guy was accompanied by two other men, both of which were

inct 'Fuck with me and you're dead' vibe. It wasn't the fact that he towered over Melody's 5"7 frame, or the fact that his face looked as if it was sculpted by the Gods. It wasn't

oticed him. She would have expected gawking women, at the very lea

quickly turned her head back towards the unmoving conveyer belt. She didn't have to take her earphones out, because she could practically feel the thickness of him as he took his time striding over to where she stood, the two men follow

ar, signaling for her to take out her earphones. As s

eyes. He held the slightest accent, as if he'd had decades to polish h

r neck to look up into his eyes. At that moment, a small

t found out one of her dirty little secrets. Heat pooled low in her stomach and a pleasant

, and gave instructions to wear it to the airport so that she can be spotted by the driver. He lifted the ID between his long and slender finger

back at him, he still had a faint smile on his lips as he stared at her own. Seeming to remember himself, he pulled back with with what seemed to be some effort and headed over to the conveyer belt, gr

sence seemed to suck the oxygen right out of her atmosphere. Not only that, but she realized that the hair on her a

t?' she wonder

ait for her driver to arrive. It wasn't until she was laying in bed that night that she realized two things that

't shake the feeling th