It was way too easy to slip into the piano room, Eli didn't lock the door.
The wonderful melody made it to her ears, just as the naked painting of her on Eli's desk, with her hand in her panties, her thighs inched apart and Eli behind her, entertained her sight.
She gulped, looking away.
She had totally forgotten that was there.
The music had stopped and Eli was on his feet now. He looked a little relaxed in his loose grey shirt, and loose grey pair of trousers.
He smelt good too. That earthen smell. He must have just had his bath.
It was calming.
"Do you need anything?" His eyes were observant as they roamed over her body.
They hadn't said anything to each other for three days, after that night, they hadn't exchanged a word with depth.
A word that wasn't just out of common politeness.
