"You look troubled."
Adam looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed. His expression softened when he saw her and he grinned, pulled Melanie into his lap, and buried his face in her neck. She squealed, laughing as she half-heartedly protested.
"You always manhandle me, Adam Collins," she said, squirmed a little.
"And yet," he said against her skin, "you always try to stop me, sweet little melon."
She gave up her resistance, as she seemed to always do, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head, letting him kiss the side of her neck, her fingers gripping the back of his shir as he continued his exploration..
"Melanie Collins... I like you too much. What do I do about that?"
She paused as the smile faded from her face and looked at him with a small frown "Why is liking me a problem?"
"Who said it's a problem?" Adam shrugged still smiling as he moved back and looked at her face.
