Free Melody's Crush: (Book One) by Alora Dillon

Melody’s Crush
     
    There was a tap on the window and I could hear the squeaking of the hinges as it opened. Two booted feet plopped down on the floor and then the window was closed.
    “Ready?” an all too familiar voice called out.
    My heart gave a little skip as I smiled to myself anticipating what Jake would be wearing today to cause all the girls to swoon in school. Turning slowly, I eyed him carefully and took in the splendor of his presence from head to toe and then back again for a second trip.
    “Well?” he asked teasingly. “Does this meet with your approval?”
    I squint my eyes and wrinkled my nose causing my thick black rimmed glasses to rise above my eyebrows pretending as if I had to really think about it. But this guy could make a garbage bag and old man slippers look GQ. Literally, since that is what he wore for Halloween last year after losing a bet with his buddies and he still took first prize.
    My eyes refused to close as he walked over towards me, standing so close that I could smell the musky scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin. Ah, Jake Obsession . If I could bottle it, I could make a fortune. It just made every bit of my Spidey senses tingle.
    What I loved most was his height. In ninth grade, I used to tease him about being shorter as I was a forehead taller than him during the first of the year. By Christmas, he shot up and just kept on going. From then on, he never missed the opportunity to tease me about my height and I learned a valuable lesson.
    Tease harder before the window of opportunity closes!
    Standing in front of me now, he easily towered over me by half a foot and I was certainly no spring chicken. My heart raced a thousand miles a second as I stared at his slightly exposed chest.
    Why did he like showing off his chest like that? It’s enough to drive a girl crazy!
    Holding my breath, I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks as I reached upward to button the one button that would offer me my sanity back. My knuckles lightly brushed his chest as I tried and failed to button it due to my knees rebelling against my weight.
    “Hey!” he said causing a pop in my libido bubble. I gasped at the unexpected hold he had on my wrists preventing me from getting the little button securely through the hole. I bit my lip in order to muffle the odd sound coming from my throat.
    Don’t let go. Please, don’t let go!
“I like it open.” He smacked both of my hands playfully and then took a step backward. Damn.
    Then I felt a resounding pop against my forehead knowing full and well it was going to leave a raspberry mark all through breakfast.
    Strike one.
    “Ah, damn it Jake!” Rubbing my forehead tenderly, I pushed him so hard he fell back on my bed. Laughing, he easily bounced back up, flicked the tip of my nose as if I were a child he was teasing and then headed out my bedroom door.
    Strike two.
    “Jake,” my mother chided as he bumped into her in the hall. “I really wish you would use the front door.”
    I could hear him kissing her on the cheek and there was no doubt my mother melted in the palm of his hands.
    Strike three.
    Mom felt that Jake could do no wrong and never once felt him to be a threat to her one and only virtuous daughter. Of course, that didn’t say much about me and it actually was so annoying that she felt so comfortable with him being constantly around me that I just wanted to strangle her. Visions of her daughter making out with the hottest guy in school just never seemed to cross her mind. And obviously, not his. 
    Nope, she only saw him as the honorable son she never had and my overly protective brother from another mother.
    Okay. Okay… I got it!
    No one needed to tell me twice let alone once that I was not Jake’s type. Gods like him didn’t so much as glance at mere mortals like me. With Los Angeles being the hub where all the Gods and Goddesses lived, he would definitely never go without. Girls had to be a solid walking ten or