After calling him and practically begging to see his place, he finally agrees to bring me over. Of course, I had to agree to stay the night, but that is a win-win situation anyways. Following through with Destiny’s plan, I begin to wonder if he isn’t still married. Who on earth would let a man like that go? He is perfect in every way imaginable. His body is to die for, not to mention, he is so funny and handsome. His ex-wife must have been stupid to divorce him.On cue, as if Destiny was in my head and hearing my every thought, I can hear her whisper, “Maybe she didn’t.”Shaking my head, I try to dismiss the thought because I want this to work out, I really do. I love him and nothing else matters, that is unless he is married. That is something I can’t work with.I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I stand up and stretch. Letting my mind wonder, I remember last weekend and how we fit perfectly with each other, almost as if we were meant to be. When I open my eyes,

Looking over at him, I notice that his eyes are closed and then I hear him begin to softly snore. A smirk appears in the corner of my mouth and then I full on smile when the snoring becomes louder. He is asleep and he looks so adorably handsome.Fighting back the creeping feeling that this might be the last time I see this, I take a mental picture just in case and then climb out of bed so I can clean up a little before I too go to sleep. When I glance out the window on the way to the bathroom, I see the darkness and realize that it must be much later than I initially thought it was. So, I hurry and get washed up.Climbing back in bed, I feel the brisk chill in the air of a summer night, so I quickly pull up the bedspread over us and snuggle up to him. The moment I touch him, he turns over and makes a couple noises before wrapping his arm around me and continuing to sleep. As I close my eyes, I fight back the emotions that I am feeling right now, because the morning will be a new

“We grew up together, even though we never talked to each other. It’s kind of funny.” Sam states with a smile on his face as he stands there next to me and chats with Stephanie, one of his cousins.She has beautiful long black hair and chiseled features with a high forehead, that make her look very Native American. Not to mention, she has a deep and sensual voice. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she is a model straight out of one of those Cosmopolitan magazines. Her height, however, is extraordinary for a woman. She must be at least 6 foot tall.Staring at her, you would never guess that she is shy and the quiet type. Reserved maybe, but never the one to hide in a corner and hope no one talks to her. But from what Sam told me about her, she is, and it is amazing that she wouldn’t be comfortable in her own skin. That woman is so beautiful that I’m even jealous of her.Apparently, Sam’s family has quite a bit of Cherokee in their blood. Matter of fact, he is 50 percent o

A few weeks back, I decided to really start practicing my violin again. When I picked it up, it was like riding a bike. I found that I had never forgotten a single thing, except for the immense pleasure I got from making beautiful music.The way the wood felt in my hands and the bow molded perfectly to my fingers, you would have thought that I had been playing all along. When I heard the first note, it was like the heavens had opened and I smiled harder than I had in years. It was a good day because I had a sense of purpose.Now, as I open the letter stamped with the Philharmonic’s name and address on it, I feel anticipation course through my veins. I had applied last week by sending my audition tape and resume to them, but I honestly didn’t think they would ever accept me for the position of concertmaster. However, the moment my tired eyes rest on those very words, I read it over again to make sure. Sure enough, it is all there. Everything from salary to hours and what is exp

It is the night of my first concert. I have been practicing nonstop all day and now I am a bundle of nerves. Feeling like I am ready to pop, I have never been so glad when Sam walks up behind me and begins softly kneading my tired shoulders. “Mm. Thank you so much baby. That feels wonderful. I almost want to just say the hell with it and curl up next to you in bed, instead of going.” I say in a whisper with a hint of sadness in my voice.Knowing that if I don’t go, I will surely be fired, I sigh and then turn around to give him a soft kiss. I linger a little too long as I feel his hands begin to roam over my breasts, before I finally say, “I wish I could stay, but duty calls.” Quietly, before rushing to the bathroom and inspecting myself in the full-length mirror one last time.Tonight, I am wearing a very tasteful but expensive long black dress by Desdemona. The dress fits like a second skin and has a slit up the side that stops just shy of my upper thigh, so I can sit comfor