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A week later, as promised, I was back at it again with my lessons. As I sat in the music room, surrounded by other aspiring musicians, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement. But as soon as Malcolm started trilling a simple melody, all my fears melted away. I was completely captivated by the sound and knew that this was where I belonged.

It wasn't easy at first. My fingers felt stiff and clumsy, and I struggled to hit the right notes. But every time I made a mistake, Malcolm would encourage me to keep going, reminding me that even the greats started from the bottom. He assured me with each passing lesson that I would feel myself improving, my fingers moving more fluidly, and the music coming to life.

As I went deeper into the world of piano, I discovered a whole new side of myself. I found a sense of peace and joy in the music that I had been missing for so long. And as I vowed to practice day after day, I could feel my dream slowly becoming a reality. Soon, I'll be able to confidently play my favorite songs and even write my own music. It's like I've unlocked a part of myself that was hidden away, waiting for the right moment to shine. And I'm so grateful that I finally took the leap and started learning piano for real.

I say this - don't wait for the perfect moment, because it may never come. Take that first step, and who knows where it might lead you, because sometimes, the most beautiful things in life come from taking a chance and believing in yourself.

Speaking of taking chances; ever since I laid eyes on Malcolm, I have been consumed by a flood of erotic dreams. It's as if he has cast a spell on me, igniting a desire that burns fiercely within me. Every time I close my eyes, I see his chiseled jawline, his piercing brown eyes, and his strong, muscular frame.

I can't help but feel a physical response to his mere presence. I know it may sound cliché, but everything about this man is a damn turn-on. From the way he walks with confidence, to the way he speaks with intelligence and wit. He exudes an irresistible charm that draws me in like a moth to a flame. And oh, how I long to be consumed by that flame.

In my dreams, we are always together, lost in a world of passion and desire. His touch is electric, sending electricity throughout me. His lips are soft and hungry, igniting a fire within me that I cannot control. And as we explore each other's bodies, I am left wanting more. More of his touch, more of his taste, more of him.

But it's not just the physical aspect that entices me. It's the way he challenges me, both intellectually and emotionally. His perspective on life is refreshing and thought-provoking. He pushes me to see the world in a different way, to question my beliefs, and to open my mind to new possibilities.

I find myself daydreaming about him constantly, wondering what it would be like to be with him in reality. But as much as I crave him, I also fear him. Fear that if I were to act on these desires, it would only lead to heartache and disappointment. He is a man of mystery, and I am just a mere mortal, unable to fully comprehend his complexities.

But even with this fear in my heart, I cannot deny the intense pull I feel towards him. It's as if fate has brought us together, teasing me with the possibility of something more.

After completing the lesson, I swiftly bid farewell to Malcolm while he was preoccupied with another student. Without wasting any time, I hurried towards the exit and reached my car in record time. Despite seeing Malcolm running after me, I acted oblivious and drove away from the parking lot with my music blaring.

I hummed along to the music blasting through my car as I weaved in and out of traffic, trying to escape the overwhelming emotions that Malcolm Richards had stirred up within me.

As I pulled into my driveway and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, my phone began to ring. It was David, my friend, on the other end.

"How's your progress with the lessons?" David inquired; his voice filled with a sense of elation that I couldn't quite comprehend.

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