Warning:// Explicit Sexual content ahead
The ride to Chris's office on his motorcycle was crazy as he promised. That was fun and dangerous and I love the wind messing up with my hair.
"You play every instrument." Chris suddenly said to me after he gulped down the last drop of white wine in his glass. We are having dinner at the rooftop in his Greenhouse.
I smiled confusedly.
"I was watching you"
I brought my palm to my lips. "Really?"
"Yeah, I was sitting in the last row, watching you."
"You were there before the orchestra members arrived?"
He nodded and I blushed. "I didn't see you," I say.
"I left after they arrived." He tells me, that explains it.
"You are so talented."
I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. I was feeling déjà vu, reminiscing my first day at the theater. Me sitting exactly in the last row to watch William…..
"Adeline," I felt Chris' hand on mine.
