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listening to a piano tune, and imagining playing it . . . that’s all,” she mumbled softly before returning my gaze, looking rather sheepish.
    Huh. So she’s in to classical music? And she plays? That’s a first.
    “What song was it?” I asked softly, not wanting to embarrass her again.
    “Uhh, it’s uh, called “River Flows in You” by–”
    “Yiruma.” I finished her sentence and looked at her. I didn’t know whether I was shocked or impressed. A bit of both, I think. She actually had something in
common
with me, I thought to myself. My mom never said anything when I requested to have a piano in my room; she always thought it was just for show and didn’t realize that I actually enjoyed playing. I never told anyone about it, and just shrugged it off whenever anyone asked. I didn’t know why but for some reason it never felt like something that needed to be shared, it almost seemed private in a way.
    She gasped silently before looking at me, her gray eyes revealing nothing but curiosity.
    “How do you know?” she asked. I got the feeling she didn’t quite believe someone like me could possibly have interest in his kind of music. I just rolled my eyes at her assumption.
    “It’s one of my favorites.” I shrugged and then smirked as a new thought came to me. “Can you play it?” I challenged.
    She lifted her head defensively. “Yes,” she said firmly before raising an eyebrow. “Can you?”
    My eyes lidded slightly as her sexy voice hugged my ears, and her scent of some kind of flower or fruit enveloped me. I groaned internally and instinctively leaned closer, until my face was just an inch away from her. I heard her sharp intake of breath, and she bit down on her lip again.
Dear God,
I thought to myself. For the first time in three years, I felt that desire, an uncontrollable urge to kiss her lips.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    I couldn’t control it anymore. I slid even closer to her on the bench, and slowly leaned my face down towards hers.
    I knew that this could possibly look bad for me; knew that this could jeapordize my reputation.
    Did I care?
    Hell no.

8. CONFUSION
Suranne
     
    H is lips were just centimeters away from mine. He couldn’t be serious. Kane Richards
kissing
me?
Was
he serious? Did he really just want to kiss me because he had the
urge
to? Or was it just a test like the first time we had met? I didn’t really want to find out.
    “Show me,” I whispered, causing him to stop in his tracks and pull back slightly, his expression confused.       
    “Show you what?” he asked, his breath fanning over my lips, his gentle voice husky and seductive. I could smell the faint hint of mint on his breath, and my body fought to repress a shudder.
    “Show me you can play it,” I replied simply, trying to keep myself under control. The park had become unnaturally quiet and there was no one around but him and me. No one would know if I did anything with him would they? Maybe just one kiss, maybe I should just let him, and run my fingers through his amazing hair, and possibly even tug on it a little.
    No, Suranne. Remember who this is.
    He frowned for a moment before regaining his smirk and taking my hand. My eyes immediately snapped to where our skin was connected, and I felt a light warmth travel up my arm just from his touch.
    “Fine, I have a piano at my place. I have to say I didn’t think you’d be that easy to get into my bedroom.” He grinned and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
    And just like that, the warm feeling vanished. I snatched my hand away from his, ignoring how I immediately missed the contact, and pushed the thought into the back of my mind.
    “I’m not going to your bloody house! I don’t wanna see you play
that
bad.” I huffed and folded my arms, only earning a suggestive stare at my chest from Kane. I cleared my throat angrily trying to get his attention back to my face. He sighed and leaned back against the bench. “You should be honored, babe.