Page 137 of Let It Snow
The next day we set a time to start his lessons.
When the hour comes, Summer walks into the room surrounded by an orange and pink aura. He’s wearing a loose tank with thin straps and light pink, almost fully see-through harem pants. His violet scent drifts in the air, mixed with the fresh notes of his shower gel.
He comes up to the piano and sits on the bench, his shoulders pulled tight as if he’s bracing for an exam.
I take a slow breath, willing myself to stay calm even though the sweet edge of his scent already pulls at my body. It’s my Twin Soul’s Allure; sweet, enticing, tempting. The one I’ve lived with for the last month, immersed in it, enchanted by it, aroused by it.
Sometimes my libido annoys me, that constant stirring in every cell when I look at his exquisite body, the one I’ve already tasted during his heat. The memory of his voice and breath against my ear makes it challenging to focus, especially when I can also hear his heartbeat, quick and fluttery.
"How was your day?" I ask, keeping my voice even. At the same time, my eyes slide over his naked neck, his unmarked glands, his caramel hair catching the light that slips in through the narrow windows.
Summer’s aura may be that of a timid person, but beneath it, something else awakens.
"It was nice. We baked an apple pie."
"Sounds delicious." I let a small smile curve my mouth. "Okay, since you don’t have much experience with keyboards, we’ll start simple."
I step closer, standing right behind him.
"First, how you sit." I tap the bench lightly beside him with my fingers, then rest one hand between his shoulder blades. "You want to be close enough to reach the keys easily, but not hunched over."
Summer straightens under my touch, and I feel the faint tremor in his back muscles. His scent increases just a little, which is distracting, but I keep my tone even.
"Good. Relax your shoulders."
I slide my hand from his neck to his shoulder, guiding it gently down. His breath deepens. My fingers linger just a second longer before I pull away and crouch slightly to check the angle of his elbows.
"This is better. You should feel loose, not tense. Play as if you could stay like this for an hour without hurting later."
Summer nods, then I notice his mismatched eyes glance up at me quickly before darting back to the keys. He obviously tries not to stare.
"Okay," I say, reaching past him to touch the keyboard. My arm brushes his. "See these two black keys? They’re your landmarks. The white key just to the left is C."
I press it, letting the note ring. "This one is where we start."
"Does it have… a color for you?" he suddenly asks.
"Yeah, it does," I say with a smirk. "Wanna see?"
Summer eagerly nods.
I touch the naked skin on his shoulder, and he shivers; then I hit the key again.
"Wow! Silver!"
"Yes." I take my hand off his arm so as not to make things awkward. "But back to the lesson."
I guide his right hand onto the keys, placing his thumb on C, and I find myself unwilling to let go too quickly.
"Thumb is one. Then two, three, four, five." I tap the top of each finger lightly as I count. "Try pressing one note at a time, C through G, slowly but firmly."
He does, and I watch his hand tremble just slightly. When he misses F the first time, I lean over and adjust his wrist, my palm against the back of his hand.
"Like this," I murmur, my mouth close to his ear, and I can hear his pulse jump.
Then he plays it correctly.
"Good," I say softly. "Now back down: G, F, E, D, C."
