"You're giving me a lot of credit, if you think I'm going to retain all my motor functions until I come," I volleyed back, nearly stumbling over my feet as he herded me deeper into his darkened apartment.

Chuckling softly, I kicked off my shoes, my socks, and stripped out of my pants, leaving them all in a haphazard pile on the floor. I turned to face the piano and rested my palms on the closed lid. The polished wood was cold beneath my palms, and I felt a shiver work its way down my spine. "Like this?"