The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody rubbed her temples as she sat on the sofa. She felt drained, and she was just about to close her eyes for a moment's rest when her phone buzzed with a message. Thinking it was a reply from Lucas, she opened her eyes slowly and picked up the phone.

[Hey, Melody. Have you slept?] The message was from Sherman, rather than Lucas.

She typed back in a neutral reply. [Not yet, but soon. Thanks for sending me back today.] [You're welcome. We should keep in touch. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.]

Melody stared at the phone for a while and sent a polite emoji in response before setting it aside.

She was not naive. Sherman's attitude toward her during their encounter felt like more than just friendly nostalgia. Alas, she was in no position to reciprocate.

All of a sudden, the sound of a car engine resonated through the silent night. Melody got up and walked toward the balcony.

knew that the old lady was going to ask him some questions. Worried about exposing her

be better for them

day's events, Lucas entered the house and headed upstairs

living room. "Why did you return so

Why are you still up,

a whiff of unfamiliar perfume reached her nose. That scent certainly did not belong to

study. We need to talk," Beatrice said as she walked toward

thought over it for

"Melody is a good girl,