Chapter 111
Chapter one hundred eleven
Erik
I have switched us to a different song. It flows better when she is playing with me.
Collaboration with her is easy, but currently I am having trouble focusing, and this never happens. It’s her. All I can think about is the noises she made earlier this morning.
My fingers start moving onto something new, and there are no lyrics for this song, just memories.
The first notes are soft. Hesitant. A question.
Then a rise.
A staccato catch.
A breath pulled too tight.
My left hand presses harder against the keys, chasing the way she arched into me, the way her voice broke on the edge of my name.
No lyrics. Just tempo.
It builds without warning.
Sharp. Urgent. Uncontrolled.
Then, sudden silence.
Because that’s how she ended, and I can finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I look at her across the room. Her face is flushed.
I start to say something, when a door slams, and a very flushed Meg, followed by two rumpled Earls.
I will save this conversation for when we have privacy.
I rise and hold my hand out to her as we follow the bickering trio into the kitchen.