◇Kate◇
Kate curled up on the sofa, her glass of champagne resting delicately in her hand as Dean's fingers danced over the piano keys. The notes flowed effortlessly, filling the lake house with a soft, melodic warmth, his touch was smooth, precise, like that of a trained musician.
She closed her eyes, letting the music warp around her. When the last note lingered and faded, she opened them and clapped softly.
“I never knew you could play like that,” she said, impressed.
Dean sank onto the sofa beside her, a sly glint in his eyes.“You know I’m good with my fingers.”
Her cheeks flamed instantly . Pervert !, and the memories of their first night together brought back to life. She quietly lowered her gaze, but Dean had already caught it.
Dean chuckled lightly. She was adorable when she
