He was no stranger to waking up with melodies in his head, but he’d never resisted one like he had in the days after the Brooklyn wedding. Because if he wrote down the melody that swam in his veins every time he remembered her parted lips, her quick gasps as the bow tumbled, her eyes darkening as they sank into his… If he admitted that entire symphonies had unfurled in his mind when they played together… It felt like the music wouldn’t be his anymore.
ARE U KIDDING ME
