Melanie's P.O.V.
I pull my sweater back on over my head, not able to make eye contact with Tuck. I don't understand why every time I'm alone with him I'm unable to control myself. It scares me. I shove my feet into my boots and straighten my clothes in the mirror. Tuck walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He gently kisses the back of my neck and I can feel him smelling my hair. I need to get out of this room, the emotions are getting too much for me to handle. It wasn't suppose to be like this, it was just suppose to be fun flings my senior year.
"I, um...I had a good time.", I say, turning towards him and giving him a peck on the cheek.
I take a step back and I can see disappointment flooding his face. I knew we wouldn't be able to do this. I knew we would
