Chapter 34
The next morning, neither of us wants to get out of bed, so I ask Rian to bring breakfast to my room.
While we wait, Leila looks at me in a way I can’t decipher. I glance back at her and it’s almost enough to make me lunge for her again, to kiss her for minutes and minutes, but I don’t want Rian to find us in a compromising position and, frankly, I could do with a little break.
“The past ten days,” Leila says, “I didn’t just write those new chapters in your biography.”
“What do you mean?”
“Back in the day,” she says, her voice suddenly a whole lot less confident, “from my teens to my early thirties, I guess, I used to scribble a bit of poetry. After you played me that new melody, I, uh, thought I’d try my hand at some lyrics for it.”
My interest is more than piqued. I let
