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prove to be most interesting. How about both?"
I hesitated for a second, taking in a deep breath. "Well, part of me is dying to know if you planned all this to happen tonight or was it purely spontaneous. And, the other part wants you inside me, never stopping."
He repositioned his magnificent body so he was lying on his side, facing me. His long brown hair was loose and flowing against his cheeks. I took it and slowly moved it behind one ear as I awaited his answer.
"This was all spontaneous, nothing was planned; and it never has to stop, Mary. Never."
"So, what now?" I whispered. I wasn't afraid to hear the answer because I sensed what it was going to be.
"This time we make love--slowly and sensually, for as long as we want. I'm not going anywhere, angel mine. Understand that. I don't know how we're going to make this work, but we will. I promise you that."
Chapter Six
Over the course of the next three months, I was caught up in Daniel and his tour. Flying to be with him and watching his sold out performances whenever I could. He encouraged and got me started playing again, or so he thought. It was always out of the blue. I never knew when he would simply ask me to play for him or with him. But always, it was in front of no one but him. I found myself easily shamed. Even with all my years of training, I was no match for him. But then again, no one was.
Daniel encouraged my new celebrity as his photographer of choice. Though I was sought after now, I realized quickly that being particular about whom or what I photographed was to my advantage. But, Daniel was now the center of my world, and my world was a smaller one.
My one constant friend of many years, Eloise, while thrilled for me and my new celebrity boyfriend, was taking another path, one I never saw coming. Elle had been dating Mark for about six months when, out of the blue, the pair decided to up and move to Spain. They had purchased a small hostel, courtesy of a small inheritance Mark received from his grandmother. Though Elle was only a phone call or text away, I missed her advice terribly. Her one last texts to me while she was preparing to leave was…
"Don't forget M & me will be back to see those Tudor boys perform."
Oh, how could I forget them?
As Daniel was preparing for his tour of the United States, he began to inquire more about my family. He had always been respectful of what I kept private; never forcing an issue if he got the idea I didn't want to talk about it. We had courtesy and trust in our relationship, and that meant a lot to me.
I knew I needed to see Aunt Lucy before I embarked on this American adventure with Daniel. I needed her wise advice. One thing about her, she never criticized and always encouraged me. So, after calling her one evening a few days prior to leaving for New York, I paid my aunt a visit.
Showing up on her doorstep, she must have been watching for me because she answered the door as soon as I began to ascend the stairs to her home outside Oxford. Lucy had lived in this house for as long as I could remember.
"You made excellent time, my dear. Now come on inside and let's see if we can plot a course for you while you're across the pond."
I bent over and kissed her on the cheek. I cherished Lucy. She was the closest thing I had left of my father. I missed him, but knew somehow he'd understand the decisions I had made in my life and why.
We sat in the drawing room where she already had the teapot waiting, along with homemade scones. My aunt must have been a pastry chef in a previous life because I'd never tasted a bad sweet from her kitchen - ever.
"So, tell me about this young man. The one you're going to accompany to New York and beyond." She poured two cups of tea as I snitched a scone off the table and put it on a small plate. "The one you wanted to slow down, but who charmed you anyway." A sly smile crossed her face as she handed me the cup.
"He's the one I told you about. The one I went to
I hesitated for a second, taking in a deep breath. "Well, part of me is dying to know if you planned all this to happen tonight or was it purely spontaneous. And, the other part wants you inside me, never stopping."
He repositioned his magnificent body so he was lying on his side, facing me. His long brown hair was loose and flowing against his cheeks. I took it and slowly moved it behind one ear as I awaited his answer.
"This was all spontaneous, nothing was planned; and it never has to stop, Mary. Never."
"So, what now?" I whispered. I wasn't afraid to hear the answer because I sensed what it was going to be.
"This time we make love--slowly and sensually, for as long as we want. I'm not going anywhere, angel mine. Understand that. I don't know how we're going to make this work, but we will. I promise you that."
Chapter Six
Over the course of the next three months, I was caught up in Daniel and his tour. Flying to be with him and watching his sold out performances whenever I could. He encouraged and got me started playing again, or so he thought. It was always out of the blue. I never knew when he would simply ask me to play for him or with him. But always, it was in front of no one but him. I found myself easily shamed. Even with all my years of training, I was no match for him. But then again, no one was.
Daniel encouraged my new celebrity as his photographer of choice. Though I was sought after now, I realized quickly that being particular about whom or what I photographed was to my advantage. But, Daniel was now the center of my world, and my world was a smaller one.
My one constant friend of many years, Eloise, while thrilled for me and my new celebrity boyfriend, was taking another path, one I never saw coming. Elle had been dating Mark for about six months when, out of the blue, the pair decided to up and move to Spain. They had purchased a small hostel, courtesy of a small inheritance Mark received from his grandmother. Though Elle was only a phone call or text away, I missed her advice terribly. Her one last texts to me while she was preparing to leave was…
"Don't forget M & me will be back to see those Tudor boys perform."
Oh, how could I forget them?
As Daniel was preparing for his tour of the United States, he began to inquire more about my family. He had always been respectful of what I kept private; never forcing an issue if he got the idea I didn't want to talk about it. We had courtesy and trust in our relationship, and that meant a lot to me.
I knew I needed to see Aunt Lucy before I embarked on this American adventure with Daniel. I needed her wise advice. One thing about her, she never criticized and always encouraged me. So, after calling her one evening a few days prior to leaving for New York, I paid my aunt a visit.
Showing up on her doorstep, she must have been watching for me because she answered the door as soon as I began to ascend the stairs to her home outside Oxford. Lucy had lived in this house for as long as I could remember.
"You made excellent time, my dear. Now come on inside and let's see if we can plot a course for you while you're across the pond."
I bent over and kissed her on the cheek. I cherished Lucy. She was the closest thing I had left of my father. I missed him, but knew somehow he'd understand the decisions I had made in my life and why.
We sat in the drawing room where she already had the teapot waiting, along with homemade scones. My aunt must have been a pastry chef in a previous life because I'd never tasted a bad sweet from her kitchen - ever.
"So, tell me about this young man. The one you're going to accompany to New York and beyond." She poured two cups of tea as I snitched a scone off the table and put it on a small plate. "The one you wanted to slow down, but who charmed you anyway." A sly smile crossed her face as she handed me the cup.
"He's the one I told you about. The one I went to
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