Melody (Logan 1)

"Do you want to be a lawyer?" I asked quickly

as he leaned over to kiss me.

"Maybe. I don't know. My father wants me to

be." He brushed his lips against mine and then turned

abruptly and lowered his head to my lap so he could

look up at me. "You look great from down here," he

said. He reached up and fingered the buttons on my

cardigan sweater. I put my hand over his. "You're not

cold, are you?"

"A little," I said.

"Take another drink. Go on," he urged. "You

won't be cold long."

I did and he smiled. His finger undid one button

and then another.

"You looked great in this dress today," he said.

"Like a fresh flower. I was jealous at the way some of

my friends were looking at you."

His finger traced the valley between my breasts.

Then he lifted himself slowly, reached behind my

neck, and gently brought me down to meet his lips. It

was like a kiss in the movies, his lips pressing against

mine, his tongue moving between my lips, the music

around us, the stars above us. I felt warm all over. My

mind reeled. He took my glass of vodka and cranberry

juice from me, urged me down to the blanket, and

then turned so he was lying face down over me. "I just knew you and I would click," he said.

"How did you know?"

"Adam Jackson knows women."

"You talk about yourself as if you were

someone else." I giggled. "I never heard anyone do