Natasha looked around the wide old room of James. There's an old wall piano, his collections of vinyl, classical musicians, boy bands from the 1960s and so on and forth. She roamed around and noticed a notebook with printed golden musical notes.
"You composed songs?" She lifted the journal from the shelf.
"Babe, that's personal."
"Hmm. Not a problem at all." She put it back.
"No. I want you to play it for me." He removed his shirt and carefully hung it on the hook. Then unbuckle his pants. "But before anything else, I want to have a little exercise." He winked.
She giggled and slid off her shoes. Then she paced closer to him and turned back so he could help her with the dress. He unzipped her dress and kissed her shoulder down to her arm.
"It will be Valentines soon, where do you want to go?" He asked.
"Uhm, I don't know about dates." She answered. "Uhm, I am okay with anything. I can make dinner for us after work."
