Still Falling For You

Chapter 12

"... so this is your house..." Logan rolled his eyes over the interior of my home.

I nodded, shrugging my shoulders as if it wasn't that big of a deal.

"You front entrance is bigger than my entire house, including the roof," he muttered.

"Nah, I prefer your house. It's cosy," I murmured, and Logan turned to face me, wide eyed.

"No way, I would give anything to have a house like this,"

"It can get quite lonely in a large house with only three people living in it..." I whispered under my breath. Quiet enough so he couldn't hear, but I was quite wrong as he looked at me with a sympathetic frown washed over his sharp face.

Shurgging a again, I asked "Would you like a drink?"

He nodded, and followed me into the kitchen.

Grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water, a thought popped into my head. With Ethan out for the rest of the week, does that mean I am alone in this big house with Logan...?

Nah, I have Vanessa. It'll be fine.

"'Sorry Miss, had to leave because of a family emergency. I will be back tomorrow. V'" Logan read out from a note that was left on the counter.

Well shit.

"Who's V?" He asked, peering up as I handed him the glass of water.

"Vanessa? Oh, she's my house maid. But it seems she is slaking." I wined, she was never really any good. She was always saying she had a 'family emergency'.

"House maid?" Logan scoffed, as if he wouldn't expect anything else.

As we walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, he got out his camera.

"I thought you were done filming," I questioned.

Logan shook his head, "Not quite, why else would I have asked to come over?" He chuckled, but soon enough his eyes lay on the black grand piano in the corner.

"Why don't you play something?"

I laughed sarcastically "So you can show everyone? No thank you"

"Oh c'mon, please?" He fluttered his eyelashes and pulled the type of puppy dog face he knew I couldn't refuse.

"Urgh, fine. But only for you, no filming okay?" I ordered sternly, and he put his hands up so it was evident he wasn't going for his camera.

Taking a shallow breath, I made my way over to the piano. I had never really played for anyone but my family. I wasn't even any good.

I sat at the instrument, my fingers brushing the keys. A feeling of anxious electricity fired up in my stomach as Logan leaned against the side of the piano, watching me.

I thought about what to play, Moonlight Sonata, Beethoven's Tempest. But settled with a piece my mother always used to play. Chopin's Nocturne op.9 no.1 in B-flat minor. (a/n if you don't know this piece I have linked it at the top)