Page 192 of Play of Love
Chapter 12
Gage
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Irolled over and reached for Evie but couldn't feel her. Instead, my hand came away with nothing and smoothed over the silk bedsheets. I opened my eyes and closed us again quickly as the bright sunlight beamed down on me. It was too much.
I shaded my eyes and looked about the room, but I couldn't see her. There was no sign. Panic bolted me upright, but the minute I sat up the door opened, and relief washed over me when she came in.
"Evie."
She carried a tray containing croissants, all sorts of little pastries, and a glass of orange juice.
"I wanted to get you breakfast in bed." She smiled sweetly.
"Thank you but, you went out by yourself?" I couldn’t help the worry that filled me.
"Just downstairs. I was all right," her beautiful eyes sparkled.
"Come here." I reached out to her. She set the tray down on the bedside table and came over to kiss me. Then she moved back. "Where are you going?"
"I have to finish this." She pointed to her notebook on the desk by the archway.
I straightened up and frowned. "Evie, how can you be working at a time like this?" She giggled and bounced over to the desk. "Evie."
I slid off the bed, pulled on my boxers and made my way over to her.
"Six more lines and then I'm done." She beamed.
"This man can't be without his woman." I grimaced shaking my head making her laugh. I slipped my arms around her and kissed the hollow in her neck. Last night I'd decided it was one of my favorite parts of her, along with several other parts.
We'd made love all night. How many times I couldn't tell for sure, I'd lost count after the fifth. It was unreal and incredible, and I knew I'd never have enough of her as long as I lived. There would always be more and more because my Evie was endless.
"I'm here." She giggled as I rested my chin on the top of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her. She reminded me of roses and soft summer days. "But six more lines."
"Of what? What is this?" I released her and picked up the book.
It was full of musical notes. Anyone would think that having grown up in a house with constant music I'd at the very least know how to read it. To me, it was like some ancient dead language. The book was practically full but for one page.
"It's you," she replied, but I didn't quite understand what she meant.
"What's me?" I smiled.
"That is what I hear when I'm with you." She explained pushing a lock of her silky hair behind her ear.
I looked down at the book wanting to make some sort of joke about what I might sound like. But I found I couldn't. I didn't know what to say. It was the most meaningful thing anyone had ever said to me or done for me. It made me feel valued and special like I meant something to her.
Looking at her confirmed I did.
"This is me?"
"Yeah." Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. "I'll play it for you when it's finished."
"This is beautiful Evie."
"I hope you'll like it," she replied. "Gage Force."
I smiled at that and set the book back as she pressed her hands against my chest.
