Melody had no time to consider their previous promises (slowly, they were supposed to be moving slowly) before she became lost in the kiss. It was a kiss unlike any other they'd shared — barring perhaps the closet when Melody had first thrown caution to the wind. She knew she ought to stop this, if only because they were in her best friend's house with any number of people attempting to listen in, but she couldn’t find her voice within the intensity of it.

When he eventually pulled back, Melody remained with her hands gripping the back of his jacket as she blinked away the haze of desire the kiss had summoned. “Of course.” She promised breathily, for there were no other answers to be had. He was her husband, there was nowhere Ben could lead that she wouldn’t follow. “Of course I will,” she repeated again, leaning forward to press another quick kiss against his lips. “But, once we’re there I need you to explain to me what’s happened, okay?”

She didn’t wait for his response before pulling away completely and looking back at the door behind her. “I’ll just go get Nora and our bags. It shouldn’t be long.”

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