She woke up in the dead of the night to the music playing in the background. Stunned, she sat up and searched the room for something to wear.
She had felt the presence of a warm, naked body pressed to hers and a hot tongue moving down her neck, teeth scraping across her tender flesh. In her dreams, she had heard his moan and his hard cock pressing against her leg. But when she awoke, there was no one there. What had been that dream? Was she so depraved?
The sound of the music was faint and the bed beside her cold. She stared at the ceiling for a minute as she fully awoke and realized that it was Cage who was playing the piano downstairs. The noise which had traveled up was sweet and passionate. It brought her immense joy to hear him play for the first time. But why was he playing so desperately at this odd hour?
