“I rarely see you do!” she commented with a little laugh. When Leroy situated himself next to her, Melody closed the book and placed it down on the mattress. “Aw, and I was hoping to help you study,” she pouted a little. Though, she allowed herself to be pulled back and went to rest her head on the crook of his neck. Eyes rolled a little when he began to tug on the hem of her shirt and took his hands and made them fold and rest on her stomach, hers on top.
She let out an exasperated sigh. “I just needed to get something off of my mind,” she admitted and then turned her head just enough to look at him. “Do you know what I almost sat on this morning? A dead bird. Do you know what I nearly stepped on? A dead bird.” It was clear that Melody was completely disgusted by the act. Her head cocked back against him to look at the ceiling. “I mean, who would do that? “