Sofia's [POV]
My fingers move across the keys, then I launch into some Chopin. The cheery melody fills the Malibu mansion.
"What's that called?" he asks.
"The 'Minute Waltz,' supposedly because you're supposed to play it in a minute, although most play it under two."
"Oh, a waltz?" He seems pleased for a moment, but then frowns. "You can't really dance to that, can you? It's awfully fast."
"Chopin's waltzes aren't for dancing. But this one is."
I play my own arrangement of Shostakovich's waltz. The composition is very famous, and everyone's heard of it even if they don't know the composer or where it came from.
"Hey, I know that one," Davidson says when I'm finished. He comes over and puts a hand on the piano. "It's from Jazz Suite."
He's close enough that I can smell his soap. And that special man scent full of testosterone and sexy as hell. He seems to have a very potent version, because it's making me want to bury my nose in the crook of his neck and inhale until I burst.
