Melody Ashworth has been hiding her entire life.
At twenty-two, she's never been kissed. Never been touched. Never let anyone close enough to discover what makes her different. Because underneath her clothes, Melody isn't like other girls. She has curves in all the right places and something extra that she's spent years strapping down, concealing, and hating with every fiber of her being.
Then she meets Rose Calloway.
Rose is thirty-six, newly single, and everything Melody never thought she could have. Sweet. Kind. Beautiful in a way that makes Melody's carefully controlled body betray her a dozen times a day. Rose is also Melody's new coworker, which means eight hours of sitting beside the woman who makes her ache in ways she can't afford to feel.
Because Melody's been denying herself for two years. Two years without release. Two years of pain and shame and a body that won't stop wanting what it can't have. And now Rose is looking at her like she's something worth keeping, touching her hand across tables, kissing her under streetlights, asking her on dates that feel like falling.
Melody knows she should run. Should tell Rose the truth before it's too late. But for the first time in her life, someone sees her as just a girl. Just Melody. And she's so desperate to keep that illusion alive that she'll do anything to hide what's straining against her clothes, begging to be set free.
This is a story about shame and acceptance, about bodies that don't fit the mold and the people who love them anyway. It's about what happens when you've been locked away for so long that release feels like dying. And it's about the woman who holds the key.
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