"Melissa, you don't have to worry." Pamela smiles, maybe too much, "Nothing much has happened."

Melissa snorts and turns to the dishes, while Pamela keeps what she dropped.

"William said he saw you lying on the street, crying for minutes, instead of you getting up and going home right away." Melissa insists, "In other words, you didn't cry for the fall, something else was happening and you couldn't take it anymore."

Pamela holds the next dish too tightly. Damn, why did William need to be so curious?

The memory of William shirtless and in white shorts sent shivering to Pamela’s spine again. Her best friend's younger brother has his appeal!...