Fly You To The Moon by Jocelyn Han Read Free Book Online

as a friend .”
    For a moment, Nic looked completely flabbergasted. She couldn’t quite make out whether his eyes reflected a sense of surprise or relief. “Then – why were you crying?” he asked, gently putting a hand on her arm. “Are you still unhappy here?”
    It was a more difficult question than he could possibly know. “It’s not this place. I just miss my father,” she stammered. “And I miss life on Earth. I never wanted to fly to the moon to begin with.”
    Nicolas smiled. “Reminds me of that old Sinatra song.”
    She frowned. “Sinatra?”
    “Yes. Fly Me To The Moon ?”
    “Sorry, I have no idea who or what Sinatra is.”
    “You can’t be serious.” Nicolas started to grin. “We have to fix that ASAP. Really, how could your dad not have made you listen to Sinatra’s songs?”
    “We didn’t have a lot of CDs,” Ava mumbled. “Or access to music networks. I know CDs are horribly old-fashioned, anyway.”
    Nic jumped up from the couch. “Hang on. Let me play you that song.” He walked over to the wall and flipped open the panel giving access to the manor’s database. Ava followed him with her eyes, her face slowly heating up as her gaze devoured the look of his strong arms and taut ass, the way the fabric of his shirt pulled at his broad shoulders. Being in the same room with him without other people surrounding them made her aware once more how incredibly hot she was for him.
    When he turned away from the panel , Ava quickly looked away, afraid he’d see the burning look in her eyes.
    Nicolas slowly strolled toward her, whistling along to the song pouring from the hidden speakers in the room. He extended a hand to her. “Come on, let’s dance,” he invited her with a playful smile around his lips. “Dance your worries away with me.”
    His invitation was so sweet and heartfelt that she didn’t have to think twice. Ava got to her feet and took his hand, relishing the tingle down her spine when his skin brushed hers.
    Nic pulled her in, putting his other hand in her waist. He made her blush a little when he dipped down his head to sing the fir st few lines of the song to her, looking into her eyes.
    “Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars,” he sang. He had a surprisingly good singing voice. “Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.”
    His voice trailed off when Sinatra continued singing his song.“ In other words – hold my hand. In other words – darling, kiss me.” Nic didn’t sing or speak anymore. All he did was hold her close and spin her across the room in a dance so intimate it made her heart race.
    “ You are all I long for, all I worship and adore .” Sinatra couldn’t have sung truer words, and all of a sudden it was too much. Ava couldn’t listen to his optimistic voice anymore without tearing up again. If only Nicolas could speak these words to her, but he wouldn’t. Stifling a sob, she abruptly tore herself from his embrace and stepped back, sagging onto the couch.
    Nic momentarily stood as if frozen in the middle of the room. Then, he rushed over and sat down next to her, his eyes brimming with anxiety. “What’s the matter, Ava?” He gingerly touched her face. “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No.” She choked on the word. Everything had felt so right – that was the whole problem. “I’m just thinking of my dad. He would have loved this song. It’s so full of hope and love.” Which was as good as an excuse to burst into tears while dancing as any other.
    Nicolas let out a sympathetic sigh. “Come here, you,” he said roughly, cradling her in his arms, drawing her so close to his chest that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands gently rubbed her back, and her heart skipped a beat. God, he smelled so good .
    Still sniffling slightly, Ava leaned her head against his shoulder and wholeheartedly crawled into his embrace. She could feel Nicolas’s heartbeat when she pressed her hand to his chest. He was