Yours Book 2: Gaining Experience (Yours Series) by Blue Saffire Read Free Book Online

with me? I refuse to believe that I have lost her. Not like this.
    I move to the room I placed the electric violin in, hoping one day she would choose to play for me. My tight chest loosens as she changes songs, but not by much. I don’t know the name of the sad tune that fills the house next, but I know it is saying a lot. I believe I have heard it before but I can’t place it.
    I step into the shadow of the sitting room. The sight before me is breathtaking. The fireplace with the auburn and clear glass is lit behind her, providing a glowing warmth in the background. The light is casting a beautiful glow against Sephora’s chocolate brown skin as she sits in a chair in front of the fireplace.
    She is dressed in just the white tank top and pink lace panties she went to sleep in. Her eyes are closed as she sways with the music, her small foot working the petal the feeds the amp. I can tell she is lost in each note. It is like she is one with the flow of the enchantment she is creating.
    My heart aches to be near her. My palm itches to touch her. I don’t realize I have moved from the shadows until I am standing right in front of her, only a foot away. The song comes to an end and slowly she opens her glossy eyes.
    I am shattered as I see the wide range of pain playing in her eyes. I have to make this right. I want nothing but her happiness. I will not give up until she knows how I truly feel.

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    S ephora
    I feel him the moment he enters the room. I just need to make it through this song. I continue to play as I feel his eyes on me, eyes that I can see in my mind’s eye as I play. I play the last chords to my version of Christina Aguilera’s, Hurt , and open my eyes slowly.
    When I open my eyes, he is standing a foot away. Gorgeous as ever looking like a God standing before me. He is shirtless with a pair of grey gym shorts hanging low on his hips. His thighs look powerful, even from underneath the thin fabric loosely clinging to them.
    Nick even has sexy feet, always well-groomed. His chisel chest demands my attention as his tanned golden skin glows in the light from the fireplace. Shadows cast over his delicious abs, making me want to trace them with my tongue.
    His hair is messy from sleep and there is stubble lining his jaw from a one day’s neglect. The sight tightens my chest because I know his lack of grooming was because he was worried about me.
    Nick moves cautiously to kneel before me, placing his palms on my thighs while watching me to see if this is okay with me. It is like I am a frighten bird he doesn’t want to scare away. I hate this distance I feel between us, although I know I am partly to blame.
    I drop my hands to my sides, still clutching my bow and violin. Nick locks those jade eyes on me with a million questions floating through them. I fight to keep the tears from bursting forward.
    Earlier, when Nick tried to talk to me he told me what Jillian had done. I believe Nick when he said that he wasn’t the one in the bathroom, that makes me feel worse. My guilt is eating at me.
    I needed the comfort that the music and the strings bring me. I’m tired of giving things I love up for others. I hadn’t really planned to play when I first came down here. I had just planned to tune the violin and pluck a few chords, but once the violin was in my hands I could feel that energy flowing through me.
    I started to remember the control playing a simple piece brought to me. As I thought of that control, I thought of Nick and our time in his playroom. I may submit to him, but it is by my choice. I always have the choice to say no.
    Just like Kimmie had a choice with Luke and she ignored her feelings and needs. I will never ignore me for anyone. I suddenly felt the need to use my safe word, but not for Nick. I needed to use it for my mother, my father and even Luke.
    I will no longer ignore that there were days when I was younger and even now when I did feel really pretty being just me. Days that I then let