Letters To Romeo.

"Didn't you just say you were sick, we should probably keep a meter distance between each other, lest you want me to catch it too." Saying this, she stepped backwards, but Simon caught her hand before she could get too far from him.

"I do want you to catch it," replied Simon, his green eyes watching her closely. "Unless you have already caught it and are feigning ignorance at it." He took one step towards her, closing the distance she had created five seconds ago.

"You are making me nervous, Simon," Melanie whispered, and she turned to look at the door.

"Don't worry, your mother isn't anywhere close to the room, and we have it all for ourselves," he assured her, pulling her closer to him, and for the first time, Melanie had turned speechless to his words.

But then, this was also the first time that Simon had ever tried to advance towards her more than just his either annoying or cheesy words. All this time, it had been easy for her to disregard his words as pranks, but what was she supposed to say or feel when he had come to her house to visit her. No, more correctly to be said, he had sneaked into her room.

"You don't love Conner, and I know you don't love me. But you cannot keep denying the fact that you don't feel anything for me," Simon whispered to her, and Melanie placed her hand on his chest so that she could push him away.

"S-Simon, didn't we agree that we won't be discussing or doing anything about the three of us until the date time?" asked Melanie.

"Isn't that why I asked you if you are free this week? You and he living right next to each other, it puts me at quite some disadvantage," said Simon, and his hand moved across her waist. The little touch was enough for a shiver to run down her body, and her cheeks heated up.

He then raised his other hand, tucking the piece of her hair behind her ear. Melanie whispered to him, "We didn't do anything for you to worry about. It is supposed to be a fair—"

"There's nothing fair in love, my darling Mel. I need to make sure our Melon ship sails in the sea," and Melanie would have rolled her eyes if Simon didn't have a serious look on his face. "Close your eyes."

"Why?" asked Melanie in suspicion.

"Is there ever a time where you will listen to me?" he asked her, his green eyes moving from her eyes to her lips before it shifted back to look into her eyes. "Don't worry. I won't bite."

Melanie should have shoved his chest hard, and maybe he would have listened to her. But something was different tonight, and she could feel it. She didn't know if it was because she had been away for a few hours or was it because of the thought that she wouldn't be able to see him again after this year.

Or was it the sheer confidence that he showed as if he knew what the outcome was going to be.

Melanie closed her eyes, and all she could use was her sense of hearing and feeling the touch that she received.

Simon moved his hand back to place it on the side of her waist, his grip firm on her, and he heard the way her heart hitched and skipped its beats.

Taking one more step closer to her, he used his other hand to caress her cheek. He let his hand settle on the side of her face. Melanie, who felt too much, opened her eyes at the right time to Simon's face closer to her.

Nervous, Melanie parted her lips, "Si..."

But that was all her lips could utter, as the very next second, Simon leaned in and covered her lips with his. When Simon's lips touched hers, it was nothing less than fireworks in the background. Her body came alive as she felt every nerve in her body had started to react to his simple touch. Somewhere in her mind, she couldn't help but agree to whatever Simon had just said as she turned to putty in his arms.

His hand circled her waist, bringing their bodies close, as he sucked on her lips. And without the need for another word of encouragement, Melanie kissed him back. The number of times he had annoyed and made her get frustrated cared and watched over her while trying to help her, she poured everything into the kiss.

Melanie's hands gripped his shirt, crumpling it under her touch, and he tasted like bubblegum.

Simon turned her around as they continued to kiss each other before bringing her towards the bed. But Melanie switched the positions and was the one to push him on the bed.

The vampire couldn't help but internally grin that the human wanted to stay in control as if wanting to let him know that he couldn't dominate her. And though Melanie had pushed him to the bed, she didn't know if she was supposed to get on top of him. Her question was answered when Simon caught hold of her hand and pulled her on top of him.

His hand moved to her back, feeling its length, and his other hand made its way through her black hair.

In the past, many girls and women had tried to gain his attention, but his attention span on them had always been very short. It wasn't that the girls hadn't tried to offer themselves to him, but he had never been interested in them except for their blood. And then there was this girl, something that had intrigued and he had wondered in the beginning how he hadn't caught her before. She now pulled back from the kiss and stared at him. There was a mixture of embarrassment and boldness, and it got his blood racing through his veins.

Melanie Davis, a hunter's daughter, and knew he was playing with fire, but he had already stepped into it, and he didn't want to turn back.

Melanie watched Simon looking at her, fascination in his eyes. His hair had been tousled, his head on the bed, and a sultry look in his eyes, she felt her heart stutter. Though she was on top of him, it felt as if he was still in control.

She felt him slowly bring her head towards him, and Melanie closed her eyes for a moment when she felt their lips touch only to have Simon flip her over. Her back was laid on the bed, and Simon was on top of her.

"You are sneaky," muttered Melanie, and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

"I thought you already knew about it," Simon's hands intertwined with her fingers, gently pressing them on the bed. He descended his lips on hers, taking his own time to capture her lips and sucking it. And they tasted sweet.

Melanie was quick to lose her thoughts over the sensation of the kiss, and she felt her toes curl every time when he let go of her lips and captured it back between his teeth. Sighs escaped from her lips when his lips glided across her jaw, and it was as if butterflies were flying out of her chest.

Who would have ever thought that at the end of this year, she would be with the red-headed playboy in her bed, kissing each other as if they had been holding back their feelings.

By the time Simon was done kissing her, which felt like he was finding it hard to pull himself away from her, he had left Melanie breathless. Her mind was fuzzy, and her body was buzzing, especially her lips felt sensitive.

Simon moved to the side before lying next to her on the bed. He turned his head to look at Melanie, who had closed her eyes, and she took deep breaths.

He said to her, "You cannot say you feel nothing for me anymore. Unless your heart likes to dysfunction," and he turned on one side of his body, and his hand reached for her face, tracing her hairline while his green eyes drank in her current state.

Melanie knew that, and she quietly whined after the sexual tension had lowered down. "What am I going to do about my parents?" she asked him.

"You don't have to tell them anything right now. Let us sneak around and let me steal you a little more before we spring it on them that you are my girlfriend," stated Simon, "They don't need to know you have a boyfriend, nor that I am a vampire."

He lifted himself and leaned towards her.

"Sneak around?" asked Melanie, and Simon gave her a nod while holding a solemn look on his face.

"We don't have to meet each other here, and we can always make plans outside these four walls," replied Simon, and Melanie finally gave in to his idea. It wasn't as if her parents would be in Veteris monitoring her. A grin appeared on his lips, which was wide, and Melanie asked him,

"Why are you smiling?"

"Truth to be told, I was expecting you to scream bloody mary or slap me again when I decided to come here," Simon chuckled.

"Yet you kissed me," replied Melanie, turning her body to look at him.

"I wouldn't have kissed you, if I wasn't sure," he played with her hair.

"What gave away?" she asked him, staring into his green eyes. He stared back at her, and his mood brighter than the light in her room.

"Your mother. If she didn't mention you blushing and you denying Conner had nothing to do with it. Like hell, I knew it had to be me," Simon remarked in confidence.

"Thanks mom," muttered Melanie to herself.

Now that she had the answer, she doubted there was any reason left for her to prolong in giving the truth to Conner. Though she had already given her answer to him, he was still holding hope for her. She sat up on the bed, and Simon followed her, an expression of curiosity in his eyes.

"If you cannot break the news, I would be more than willing to tell Conner about us," he said, something she didn't bring to her lips.

Melanie shook her head. "This is something I will have to tell him myself. Even though you were the one who exposed me," she glared at him.

"Hey, I was only helping you," Simon raised his hands. "The irony though. When you looked away, he looked at you. He lost the timing."

"I don't think everyone's idea of making a girl say yes is by swooping into their room and kissing them," pointed Melanie sarcastically.

"What can I say, I am amazing," he dusted his shoulders. "Not everyone can be me, I am unique. I don't wait for the right time, I make one because life is short for you humans. What are your plans of turning into a vampire?"

"Do you want my parents to hunt me with you?" Melanie raised her eyebrows.

Simon gave it a thought, and Melanie hit his shoulder, and he smiled, "I wouldn't mind. We could be partners in crime, and who knows, your parents might finally accept the thought of vampires."

Melanie doubted that would be possible. She said, "You weren't there that day, when Conner's father was turning. The discussion I mean. My parents and the other hunters, they were planning to get rid of him. Even now, they keep a close watch if he might turn into a vampire."

"Huh," Simon huffed before he said, "I wonder what they would say if they were to be the ones to turn into a vampire."