Perhaps that line would have been trite, were I to have heard it from anyone else. Instead, it was so quintessentially him that I felt heat rise to my cheeks. He teased me, played with me, love me, and while I couldn't make music like he could, for him, I was willing to try.

"As much as I love to hear you play, I think I'd like your undivided attention," I managed to tease breathlessly, careful not to scar the wood of his piano with blunt nails as he toyed with me.

I smiled fondly, even if he couldn't see it.