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Thirty Two

Melody's POV:

Maybe I was too drunk that I was imagining him. Or how else would he be here? Maybe this was a dream after all.

"What were you doing with him?" He asked with a frown.

Even if he was my imagination, I didn't want to lose him.

"He was fucking touching you, Melody. Why didn't you stop him?" He asked angrily.

His grip around my waist was spreading the tingles throughout my body. I missed that. I wanted that.

"You're really here?" I murmured.

My hand instinctively reached out and touched his face slowly. He was real. I could feel the same comforting presence whenever he was around.

"Of course, I'm here." He muttered, the frown still on his face.

Normal Melody would've been embarrassed at this situation. But I wasn't. I touched his eyes slowly as a smile formed on my face.

"You aren't supposed to be with anybody else." He said leaning even closer.

"But I liked him." I mumbled.

I don't even know why I said that. I guess my drunk self was too drunk to even realise that.

"No, you
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