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It feels so weird to think of myself as married, much less married to Jericho.
God knows what time it was when we eventually got off that plane. We arrived sometime yesterday but stayed on board for a few hours after it landed.
At least we knew we were the only ones on board as we continued reacquainting ourselves with each other.
It was almost nighttime by the time we got here. We spent some time checking out the place and the scenery, and just managed to get something to eat before we were in bed again.
Now a new day has dawned, and it seems that Jericho wishes to start it the same way we ended last night.
The night of the fundraiser when we were together, I shoved logic into the back of hell. I did it again over the last few days, but now I’m thinking of good old logic again, which has been screaming at me to be careful.
‘Don’t fall for this guy again,’it keeps saying, but can logic ever make sense when nothing else does?
When your heart seems to beat for one man andyou knowit’s only ever going to beat for him, what do I do then? Or now?
I’m not weak.
The strongest trait that people often discover in me is that I’m not weak. I’ve been through too much to call myself anything of the sort, but Jericho Grayson makes me feel like it’s okay to be weak with him. Like he might wrap all my vulnerabilities in the chasm of his heart and guard it with his life.
It sounds so stupid for me to even think like that when I’d hardened my heart moments before we took our vows. More so because there is nothing solid about a relationship like ours except the contract we signed. But it’s how I feel.
How I choose to react to those feelings is my problem. All he has to do is touch me for my resolve to fade away. That’s not good. And hearing him call me his wife…
It did something more to me that I can’t describe to anyone, along with the added bonus of telling me that I wasn’t just his wife on paper or in the contract.
It means more to me, and something has changed between us. I just don’t know what, or if I should entertain it.
I don’t want to get hurt again. Neither do I want to let Jericho hold all the cards, but the part of me that wants him knows that all this thinking is a waste of time because I’m already in trouble when it comes to having any sort of feelings toward him.
This is Jericho Grayson. The guy I classed as the love of my life.
Maybe it’s true what people say about first love. That you never forget it and those are the ones who get all of you. A part of your heart, mind, body, and soul remains with them always.
I never believed it until him.
I never knew I could love anyone the way I loved him, so I already know I can’t say no to him.
But…I can promise myself that I will be careful?
I must.
The alluring piano music continues calling to me, and like an enchanted spell, I allow it to take control over my mind.
I get dressed quickly in a little summer dress and pull my hair into a ponytail before I make my way downstairs to the piano room, where I find Jericho sitting on the stool shirtless, playing.
He glances over his shoulder at me and gives me a cocky smile.
“Finally, she’s awake,” he says, his hands flying across the piano keys in perfect harmony.
I smile back at him. “You got my attention.”
“I thought I might.”
I walk around to him and lean against the piano. He looks me over while he continues to play, and I make myself believe that the ghosts of the couple we used to be are trapped in the music. Us together right now is them having one last play out their whirlwind romance.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you play the piano.”
“It’s been a while since I played, Mermaid.”
