Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 21 Part 1

Zeva Pov

I've been in my room for an hour now and I'm starting to get bored. I can't help thinking about Peter. Is he at the mansion too? Is he outside? What is he doing ?

Just as I'm going round and round in circles, I hear someone knock on my door. I quickly get up to go open and come face to face with Peter.

Peter- "Am I bothering you?"

I chew the inside of my cheek, taking him in. Not at all, I was just thinking about you, as usual ...

"No, not at all ... So you have something to tell me?"

I try to act normal and comfortable but since last night, I feel like an electric current is passing between us, and I can't ignore it. Almost immediately his emerald colored eyes drop mine. He bites his lower lip and I could almost swear his cheeks were blushing. If I didn't know better I'd say he looked.. nervous?

Peter - "I just wanted to ask you if ..."

Shifting his feet, he doesn't really seem certain of what he's going to say. As usual he runs a hand through his hair, and as usual, this gesture makes me crazy. I can hear the little voice inside me screaming. Me too, I want to run my hand through his soft silky hair ... I shake myself mentally from the idea. Get a grip Zeva!

Peter - "I noticed that you seemed to be interested in the piano, so I thought I'd teach you some notes."

Pausing he quickly  gave me a quick glance before adding.

Peter - "If you'd like too, of course..."

My heart literally skips a beat! Yes, yes, yes! Just the thought of it has me giddy. Alone with him, at a piano, his long fingers twirling over the black and white keys .... How could I possibly refuse?

"It would be wonderful, Peter! Thank you!"

He smiles at me and seems delight at my enthusiasm. I can feel my emotions rippling through my body just looking into those tender looking eyes.

He holds out his hand like a prince would his princess, and my heart leaps in my chest. I chew my lower lip trying to stop myself from being too transparent. Doesn't he realize the effect he has on me? Such a smile, shouldn't be allowed...

He takes me to his room and I can't help but remember the last time I came in... My eyes linger on the wall remembering that night.

Peter motions me to sit on the little piano-bench, and I obey. He gets some papers, probably sheet music, and sits down beside me.

We're so close that I can smell his, spicy, heady, scent. I can also see the velvet texture of his white skin and his delicate neck through his jet black hair. He's so beautiful that I don't feel worthy of him as if he out of my reach ...He turned to look at me. His green eyes complete the perfection of the picture. Peter is a work of art that moves and speaks. How can I remain impassive?

Peter - "Are you okay? Your cheeks are a little red ..."

His worried voice and look broke me from my fantasy written daydreaming. I can feel my cheeks inflamed and I could mentally deadpan myself for having staring at him so long. How embarrassing!

I'm fantasizing about him, like a teenager who sees for the first time a boy that she likes. I must look ridiculous .... Trying to regain my composure, I look away from his insistent staring. I look toward the piano, but even the black and white keys make me think of the vampire sitting next to me. I take a mental breath willing my nerves to obey. I'm really losing my mind...

My nerves are frazzled aware of Peters every move. He stretches gently and his sweater slides up his belly, revealing perfectly sculpted abdominals. My throat is dry and I swallow hard, looking at the display next to me. Oh damn it! I'm done for, totally smitten...