Zane is leaning against the doorway that leads from the hallway. His one shoulder resting casually against the frame, arms crossed over his chest
He's watching me, while clapping my heart skips once I didn't even hear him come in.
"How long have you been standing there?" I ask.
His clapping slows before stopping completely.
"Long enough."
His voice is quieter than usual, there's something thoughtful in his eyes.
"You play beautifully."
The compliment catches me off guard. I turn slightly back toward the piano keys, suddenly very aware of mysel
"Thank you."
He pushes himself away from the doorway and walks a few steps closer, his gaze moving over the piano.
"You never mentioned you played."
"You never asked."
He huffs a quiet laugh at tha as his eyes return to my hands resting on the keys.
"You should play more often."
I glance at him.
"Is that an order?"
His mouth curves slightly.
"No little spitfire."
He tilts his head toward the piano.
"Just a suggestion."
