Sailing the ship

Melanie softly gulped at Simon's words, and she laughed, trying to tone down the atmosphere, which was turning hot for some reason. She said, 

"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.