Her body responded to his closeness in a primal way–heart racing, blood pumping, and her pulse thundering so hard and fast in her ears it deafened her. The musk scent of his body forced wild quivers to explode all over her body. Todd was in her dreams, her desires for him were only growing and it was starting to affect her daily life. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything without his face, scent, or touch lingering in her thoughts.
To add more pain to her festering attraction for Todd, he’d confessed his own desires for her, and she’d nearly caved to the lust that awakened inside her. Her heart exploded and her blood stirred to exciting new heights. She almost kissed him, but fate intervened when Michael had come home early from work. Melanie took that as a sign to not play with fire.
The neglected desires had twisted in her gut like rotting fruit with swarming flies. Guilt was a bitch.