The courting trap

Unexpected Day

"I have one question left." I sing as I lightly trace over his knuckles. He is sat up against the headrest of the bed, my head on his bare chest and his arm around my shoulder.
"Could you finally read my something you write in that notebook of yours?" I whisper, sucking in my lip and biting on it, awaiting his impending answer.

A heavy sigh leaves his lips, "Only since it was your day of birth yesterday." The warmth of his arm leaves my body, he stretches over and reaches for the drawer in his nightstand.

Suddenly the notebook is in my hands. I did not actually expect him to agree. I think back at the snippets I had read before: 'I miss you', 'is this punishment for what I did to her', 'that smile reminds me of a smile I once knew, mother's. The same tug at her lips and the same warmth in her soft eyes. The understanding that she will remind me of her every time she expresses happiness, leaves me feeling physically uneasy'.
What did he do to the woman? Did he 'take care' of her, like he offered to do with Matthew? Is the woman he is talking about his Mother?

"You are allowed to open it, you realise?" He chuckles as he squeezes me in my arm, his arm around my shoulder again.

"It feels wrong." And truthfully also scary. "Can't you just read a page for me?

"If that is what you desire." He takes the book from my hands and flips to the last page.
"Her devine face, with its features of many emotions, rests softly ontop of my chest. I am certain even in her slumber she can hear my heartbeat, quickened by her proximity." His eyebrows crease in concentration as he reads, his voice softer than ever before.
"The lips that have sworn at me many times, now releasing gently whispers of breath against my bare skin. I would give all I have to remain in this moment eternally- just her and I. In this tranquil silence, untroubled by the worries that await us at the upcoming sun. Beneath the darkened veil of the night which blankets the earth, she lights the room with her presence even in her unconscious state." He closes the book with a thud, placing it back on his nightstand, as if he had not just said the kindest and most beautiful words anyone had ever said to me.

"You wrote that about me?" I can't stop my lip from quivering.

"No, about my other wife." He turns to me with a face so straight, it took me a second to realise it was a jest.

"You annoying little man!" I hit him in the stomach. He grabs my fist before it leaves his abdomen and pulls me into a hug. My head once again on his chest and his arms wrapped around me completely. It is now that I notice how fast his heart is beating. "Wow your heart is beating super fast..." I softly place a kiss on his chest.

"That is not helping." He strokes my hair.

"Hmm" I hum before placing another kiss. "Could you play me your song again?" I haven't heard it in a while."

He wipes the loose hairs out of my voice and kisses me on the cheek. He stands up and pulls me after him. He sits down on the piano stool, still holding my hand and looking up at me expectantly. I'm not sure what he wants, until he tugs at my hand.

I lower myself onto his lap, straddling him now. I nuzzle my head into the creek of his neck. 

He presses on the first pianokey to signal the beginning of the piece he wrote himself. I had heard it once before and thought of it often, I could just not imagine he wrote it himself.

The piece starts off slowly, then becomes faster and faster he uses more keys and more at the same time, he does all of this without a single mistake. I look over my shoulder to see his finger working on the piano. I trace my gaze up his flexing arms, the veins leading up higher. His toned body against mine.