Page 41 of His Little Ametrine
Finally, he lowers me to the blanket and sits next to me.
“I’m going to burn,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest. “I need sunscreen. Especially on my boobs.”
He taps my nipples one at a time, grinning. “You won’t burn here on Eleadia, Little one. I know the sun seems brighter, but our foods protect us. The formula you drink has properties that will protect your skin from the sun. I promise.”
“Huh. That’s interesting. Tell me more things about Eleadia. I want to learn everything.”
“Mmm… Let me see. You haven’t seen my duocruiser yet.”
I scrunch my brows. “Duocruiser?”
He nods. “It’s our form of transportation. It’s in the garage. We won’t need it very often because we can walk to most places, but when we need to go anywhere that’s a bit of a distance, we’ll take the duocruiser. It’s like the golf carts you have on Earth except people sit in them single file. It’s narrow. When I drive it, you will sit in a car seat behind me.”
I giggle. “That’s funny. Is there a single cruiser, too?”
“Yep. A solocruiser. Men who don’t have a mate yet own one. I traded mine in before I went to get you from Earth.”
I kick my feet out and wiggle my toes. “Look, Papi!”
He glances down at my feet. “You’re so strong, Little one, and getting stronger every day. And…” He leans in closer and kisses me, “…I’m hearing new tones in your voice.”
My eyes go wide. “You notice that kind of thing?”
“Of course.” He strokes my cheek. “I notice everything about you.”
“But only people who know music notice tones.” Now I’m wondering if Papi knows something about music or if Eleadian males just hear better.
Papi props himself on a hip next to me, sets his palm on my thigh, and kisses me. “I might know a thing or two about music. Will you sing for me, Little one?”
I swallow. “Now?”
“Yes. Your voice is so pretty. I miss it.”
“I’m scared,” I admit. I’m petrified. I sang softly in my crib earlier, but it was scary. I’m so worried about my range.
He kisses me again. “It’s just me here, Little songbird. I would never judge you. Sing for me. Keep it soft so you don’t injure your vocal cords.”
I clear my throat and close my eyes, letting myself go into my head where I can see the music. I’ll sing him something I wrote myself. I bet I could write amazing music here because it’s so beautiful. I bet anything I write from now on will be totally different from what I’ve written before.
Happy, uplifting tones come to mind. Colorful to match my new world. Sexy to match my new love life. I don’t think I want to sing something from my previous life. I need something new.
I hum for a while as a tune comes together in my head. It’s nothing really. Not yet. Just notes.
I’m aware that Raevion is staring at me. His fingers are idly stroking my thigh. It’s not meant to be particularly sexual, but every touch from Papi is sexual, and the feel of his fingers is fueling my creativity perhaps more than anything else around me.
I keep humming, and eventually words come to mind. There’s no structure, but that’s okay. I can feel the song in my soul, random words and thoughts coalescing. I hum and sing. “…all the colors in the rainbow can’t compare to…” I hum some more. “…pure like the air…” Hum. “sweet tastes and gentle kisses…”
Eventually I stop singing and open my eyes.
Papi is staring down at me. He’s grinning wide. There are tears in his eyes. “Sara… That’s so beautiful. You’re so talented. Did you make that up just now?”
I nod, my cheeks heating. “My range isn’t there for some of my older stuff,” I murmur.
“It will come, Baby girl, but if it never did, you still have so much.” He kisses all over my face. “Your music touches my soul.”
“Will I be able to sing here, Papi?” My lips tremble as I ask. He evades me every time I inquire about my job prospects.
“You’ll be able to sing, Little one, but not on a stage. Not like you’re picturing. We don’t have that sort of thing here.”
