I wrap the duvet round me and quietly pad down the corridor toward the big room.Christian is at the piano, completely lost in the music he’s playing. His expression is sad and forlorn, like the music. His playing is stunning. Leaning against the wall at the en-trance, I listen enraptured. He’s such an accomplished musician. He sits naked, his body bathed in the warm light cast by a solitary freestanding lamp beside the piano. With the rest of the large room in darkness, it’s like he’s in his own isolated little pool of light, untouchable... lonely, in a bubble. I pad quietly toward him, enticed by the sublime, melancholy music. I’m mesmerized watching his long skilled fingers as they find and gently press the keys, thinking how those same fingers have expertly handled and caressed my body. I flush and gasp at the memory and press my thighs together. He glances up, his unfathomable gray eyes bright, his expression unreadable. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” A frown flits across his face. “Surely, I should be saying that to you,” he murmurs. -EL James, Fifty Shades of Grey youtube/watch?v=mlzFz8ZM8pM
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 15:34:28 +0000
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