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I don’t have to worry about the Fairchilds anymore.
Now to the next part of my agenda.
Harper.
The moment I step into the house, the sound of violin music wraps around me like a welcoming blanket.
As the harmonious sound captures my mind I can’t help but stop by the door and close my eyes, allowing the melody to wash over me.
I recognize it as one of Franz Schubert’s compositions, one of her favorite composers.
Each note is like a whisper filled with emotion vibrating through the air.
This always happens to me when I listen to Harper play. She soothes the inner turmoil in me with her music and her enchanting power.
I stay there for a moment and allow the angst of the day to drain from me before I open my eyes and continue down the hallway, deciding to follow the sound.
I’m home early. After this morning’s victory I decided I’d earned a half day.
I left after lunch, knowing Harper would be at home practicing. She spends Fridays working on her project—which is what she’s doing now.
I follow the sound of her music to the back hall. There I find her playing her heart out and the walls alive with every note.
I don’t interrupt her. I never do. I always hang back and listen.
I like watching her in her element, where she seems to be her strongest. As if she’s stepped into another world. One she owns, where everything, including me, is under her control, her spell.
She’s facing the glass wall, staring at the woods with intent as she plays. I wonder if she gets inspiration from looking at the scenery. Some people do. I’ve never been like that.
My mind has always worked in a mathematical way with equations, probabilities and possibilities. I don’t know what it’s like to be touched by creativity and have the ability to create art. The kind of art that reaches past the mind and speaks to the soul.
I want this always.
When I look at Harper I see more than just right now. I see forever. It’s the only thing that’s ever scared me because I have no control over what happens to us. This has to work both ways. For her and for me.
Harper finishes playing and pauses for a moment to gaze outside, then she turns slowly to face me.
A smile spreads across her face and she sets her violin down on the table then rushes toward me, practically skipping into my waiting arms.
“You’re home early,” she says through a soft kiss she plants on my lips. “Please tell me nothing bad happened.” She pulls out of the kiss, looking worried.
“No. Nothing bad happened. Thanks to you, I no longer have to worry about Nolan and his father.”
She smiles brighter. “I’m so happy to hear that.”
She has no idea how happy she’s made me. “No more talking, especially about them. I need you now, Harper St. John.”
“Then take me, Asher Le Blanche.” She giggles.
I return to her lips for a needy kiss, desperate and hungry for her. The world fades away into insignificance and I’m sucked into her potent passion.
Fuck, listen to me. But it hasn’t just been today that I’ve been thinking like this.
My world changed several weeks ago on the night of fake kisses that shouldn’t have felt real.
I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom, where we strip off our clothes and I make love to her. It’s not just sex anymore, or fucking. It’s love.
I spend the rest of the day and night buried inside her every chance I get.
