Is It Love? Peter Bartholy, Peter's POV

Part 5

I wake up with my head against my piano. I must've fallen asleep here. I dreamt of Jane's smooth, silky skin. I want to feel it so bad! Maybe if I taught her some piano, she would agree. I mean, she seemed kind of interested. It's worth a try, even though she probably won't want to.

   I get up, and go to her room. I knock on the door, and I hear shuffling in the room before the door opens. Uhh. This is when you talk, right? "Um, am I bothering you?" I ask. Ok, what was that supposed to mean? Am I bothering you? Come one Peter, get a grip! "No...not at all. Do you have something to tell me?" She says. "I just wanted to ask you if..." You could come in my room so I can feel your warm skin on my hands. Ugh. Come on! Think! I run my hand through my hair. Since when does a girl make me so nervous? "I noticed you seemed interested in the piano, so I wanted to teach you some notes..." I say, trying to sound confident. That's what girls like right? When guys are confident and not awkward? I don't even know anymore. "Uh, if you'd like to of course..." I add. "It would be wonderful Peter. Thank you!" Wait, she said yes? What do I do now? I wasn't actually expecting her to accept! Smile! Girls like it when guys smile. I think... I smile at her and she smiles back. I hold my hand out for her, and lead her to my room. I sit down, and pat the piano bench, for her to sit next to me. She sits with a smile. I reach for some music, and put it on the stand. I can smell her perfume. She smells so sweet. I love it. She's so beautiful. She's way to good for me, yet she wants to be friends with me. Know me better. Her cheeks are red. Is it too hot in here for her? "Are you okay? Your cheeks are a little red." I ask. "No, I'm fine..." I take a peek at her barely visible cleavage. I'm just as bad as a horny teenager. "Let's start with the basics..." I say. "The keyboard is composed of 88 keys. The white notes correspond to to the seven notes of the diatonic scale of C major..." I play each key in order. She means over to look, and her shirt slides down a little. Her cleavage is much more visible. I get completely hard. I'm done for! "How long have you been playing the piano?" She asks. "I've been playing for about 200 years, Jane..." I say. 200 years. It's not that long for a vampire, but for her, who's probably no older than 21, it's a lot. "When you were human, did you already play?" She asks. She seems so curious about me. "Yes. I've been playing since I was little. I was born into a family of artists." I say. "Unfortunately, I've never been very good..." She looks at me as if I have 3 heads. What? Did I say something out loud I didn't mean to again? "Your kidding right? I've never seen anyone play the piano as good as you. It's as if your fingers were magical..." She says. I'm not that good. Stelian was much better. Stelian stole my spotlight. Stelian stole my everything. Lizabeth was the only thing I had that he didn't. But it turns out, he had her too. "You think I'm good because I have dozens and dozens of years of experience. But it's not about talent. Just practice." I say. "I don't agree. Talent isn't playing the hardest thing as fast as possible... It's about conveying emotions. Joy, sadness, anger... It's about reaching other people's souls.... So for me, you are the most wonderful pianist in the world!" She says. Seriously? No one has ever said anything like that. I give her a smile. What is this emotion I'm feeling right now? I haven't felt this in years. Is this....love? "Thank you Jane, what you just said really touches me." I say. "Would you like to play with me?" I ask, nervously. She nods, and I get up and stand behind her. Deep breaths Peter. You can do this. I slip my arms around her, and put my hands over hers. My cheek touches hers. Her skin is so warm. I guide her hands to play the song. If my heart could still beat, it would be beating like crazy right now! I soak in her smell. "This piece is one of my favorites. I composed it a long time ago but I still love it so much." I whisper in her ear. "You might find it a bit sad, but I've never been a very happy person." But you make me so happy. The way her warm skin feels on mine makes me think we were made for each other. I speak to her through the music. Sometimes I don't know how to express myself with words. Music helps me communicate. I gently place a kiss on her ear. I won't be able to control myself much longer. She turns her head and lays a delicate kiss on my cheek. Her warm lips against my cold skin lights a fire in me. She's so small. So precious. I love the feeling of her tiny body in my arms. I want so badly to protect her from me. But how can I resist her? She's so full of life. She's like a little beam of sunshine. She makes me want to be happy. She's so different from most girls nowadays. She's not sleeping with total strangers, or having countless affairs. Do girls like her even exist anymore. There's only her. She's the only one. I'm so lucky to have to opportunity to get to know her better.

Authors Note: I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I know it's not very good, but it's my first story, and I'm really hoping I get better as I keep writing. Thanks for reading!