July 2013
"Okay, next. Your future house."
Of course her future job is to take over the company. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it was most likely implausible but I let her dream anyway. I continued to play with her soft curls; her breathe fanned across my bare chest warming me up inside like no one else could do.
"That's harder than I imagined, but I think I got it." Her smile was evident in her voice.
"It would be three stories, the first would be for living, like the kitchen and the formal rooms. The second would be bedrooms, for my guests and kids, maybe a theater and play rooms, and a library. And then the third would be for me. An enormous bedroom with gorgeous crown molding, I'd want a balcony too. Oh! And the house would be on some type of hill so that I could have an infinity pool! My closet would be so cool, it'd have those circular moving things you know? Like your dad has for his suits! And there would be an island in the middle for my jewelry and underwear and there would be a bench where I'd put on my shoes, and I'd have a gorgeous vanity for my makeup and perfumes and stuff. But the best would be the bathroom for sure. It'd be set-up like my parent's bathroom in the beach house. The tub will be against the wall and the shower would be behind it. But the tub, it'd have gorgeous columns coming down on the sides, marble columns. And there would be a huge chandelier over the tub. Actually there would be chandeliers all over the third floor. In the office too! I just want it to feel like a castle, but a home at the same time."
I didn't realize I was smiling until Mel up to look at me, "and you'd be there." She smiled bringing her lips down on mine for a quick peck.
"I was wondering where I would come into play." I kid, faking a sigh of relief. Mel just lets out a little laugh.
"I mean only if you want to be there." There was questioning in her voice.
I pulled my hand from underneath my head to grab her face, she leaned into my touch.
"I would build you ten thousand houses if it meant I could be there." I said catching her infectious smile.
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RomanceThey were once in love, not the cliché star-crossed lovers type, but the cliché bad boy good girl type. Now years have passed, and they are re-united, but not in the way you may think. Following the death of Melanie Scheffler's father, Lance Scheffl...