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Sheher best to keep her face impassive “I know that you probably have hopes that you can change ht”
It ht How could I not hope for so ive all ofthat I can do easily or that I can even understand It’s an i it is probably futile I feel this driving need to hold this woman and assure her that there is still beauty in life I want to laugh with her, talk with her, prove to her that neither of us is a dream We’re both very real and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing Even if we just spend the night talking about nothing, I’d still probably feel overwhelh to the bones of me Maybe it’s just that she’s a rare treasure, anyone could see that and there’s so much more to discover, and I know that I’m destined to lose said treasure and that’s not easy to process
Whatever the feeling is, it’s so powerful it nearly knocks uy
Just as I’ perfect to say in response, a white and red cab pulls up at the curb, the sign on top the car glowing proudly in the night Jane studies me fro over to take the car seat She doesn’t close the door after her I think that’s about as clear of an invitation as I’ve ever received, and despite knowing how hard it will be to keep this to one night, to obey the rules of our unspoken, drea, because I can’t not agree I can’t just shut the door and send her on her way and never see her again
So, I clie aged guy in the front seat turns around and lifts a shaggy brow at ive him my address
We stay silent on the ride, having said uess
I still can’t believe that any of this is real, even as I open e to think of her as Jane It really, really doesn’t suit her Try as I le na seeods, not anything fro or dance
The first thing that Jane spots in the rand, sleek and black She rushes over and runs her hand along the closed lid covering the keys with such care and reverence it’s al it willquickly like she’s been caught doing so she shouldn’t I just smile at her softly
“Your house is crazy nice,” she breathes “From what I’ve seen” She bites down on her bottom lip near the corner and frowns behind her mask “Do you actually play or is this just for show?”
“No, I play It was ot this one My brother and I, we both play” I realize that I’ve violated the no personal details clause again, but Jane doesn’t reprier on the shiny black wood for just a few more seconds
I stand a few feet fro room, at the leather couches and the pieces of artwork on the walls I’m afraid to look directly at her now, for some reason Maybe it’s nerves, or h, all the same
“I knew you’d be rich,” she says, and laughs softly, surprising me
“Well, the charity ball is mostly for- well- the tickets were expensive”
She shakes her head, drawing me in, and now I’m wholly fixated on her once more “It wasn’t that It was your suit”
“My suit?”
“I could tell it ool before I touched it- when- we- uh- kissed It’s a fine weave, which indicates a ridiculously high thread count Inside is silk, I bet People ht not think wool and New Orleans mix, but wool is breathable and durable and is made for all different climates, even hot ones”