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Since when did I stutter?
Sazuki holds out his hand. I take it nervously. His hands are so much bigger than mine. It feels like I’m being swallowed by his fingers.
Desperate to fill the electric silence between us, I ask, “Where are the camera operators?”
“They left.”
My eyebrows arch. “Shouldn’t they behere?You know, while we’re recording?”
“Thankfully, our performance is stationary, so they do not need to be present to film.” He lifts a remote. “The cameras will begin recording when I press this button.”
“Oh.” I don’t know why Sazuki wanted privacy tonight. Is it because he didn’t want to give a performance to even the cameramen? Or is there another reason?
He lifts my hand. “You are shaking.”
“The last time I performed was at the Belle’s Beauty gala.”
His eyes go dim. “The night we met.”
“It didn’t exactly give me a thirst for performing again.”
“I am sorry about what I said that night.”
“Wow,” I joke shakily. “An actual apology?”
“A sincere one.” He steps closer to me. The scent of mint and something uniquely him fills my nose and makes me feel like I’m floating.
Crap. I have no idea how I’m going to get through a performance without melting out of my shoes.
“Come.” He leads me to the piano.
I recognize it immediately. “It’s the same one?”
“Your fingers belong on these keys.” His eyes bore into me. It seems as if he’s saying something much deeper.
I approach the piano and slide my finger over the top. It’s glossy and smooth. “It looks a little different. Are you sure you didn’t just put a fancy logo on a regular grand piano?”
I feel more than I see Sazuki approach me. Then one large hand settles on top of the piano. His chest presses in close to my back. His body is a giant wall, half-caging me against the lip of the instrument.
I’m afraid to look at him.
I know if I do, he’ll see how much he affects me.
“No one can counterfeit a masterpiece,” he murmurs in my ear.
I’m too aware of how close he is, his body against mine, almost touching me but not quite.
I force myself to step away. “Thank you for the dress.”
His eyes make another heated sweep over me and I realize it was a mistake to bring more attention to my body. If I get any hotter, I might have to start stripping and that won’t end well.
“Did you see the flowers?”
“Those were for me?”
He narrows his eyes. “Who did you think they were for?”
“I thought we were going to pick someone else up. You know, like Uber Pool.”
