Melanie's POV: When I heard the footsteps entering the garden, I looked up, searching for that familiar presence that I had been longing for almost instinctively. When I realized what I was doing, I quickly jerked back down to my basket and grabbed the cantaloupes with a frustrated blush.
"Yo! O'Shea, get down here and grab a rake will ya?" Jared shouted beside me.
He never left my side these days.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely, unfathomably, unexplainably, love my Jared Howe. I would go through everything with a completely different soul all over again if he was in danger, to save him. He was who I lived for, along with Jamie, and now Wanda. However, another person had been plaguing my mind recently.
I looked up and was caught off guard by his shirtless figure. He had picked up a hoe instead of a rake, and he was beating the ground rather forcefully. I noticed individual muscles flexing in his back as he brought the rake up, and down.
His raven hair was in his eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out my hands and brush it out of his face…
"Hey Mel, can you bring us some water over here please?" Jamie's voice startled me out of my dreaming.
"Sure thing," I went quickly to fill a bucket and fulfilled the task with a stupid, and nearly infuriating, blush on my face again.
These feelings aren't mine. They aren't. They're just Wanda's leftovers.
I really hope they go away soon.