"Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame." – Lauren Oliver

The melody echoed beautifully in this room and it tingled on the touch of my fingers as I pressed them softly on the piano keys.

Emptiness was dwelling in my mind throughout the music with only my fingers moving animatedly along the harmony. I thought of nothing else and simply let my ears listened to the tunes. I continued to play until I pressed the last note I learned during the lesson. Breathing deeply, I turned my head to my gorgeous lover, Julian, who was standing beside the piano and who was giving me an innocent stare as he watched me play the music until the end.

"It's impressive," he commented but I glared at him.

"Is that a compliment?" I questioned him, a little annoyed. However, his silver eyes just gleamed at me, full of humor. Was me playing nursery rhymes really that hilarious?

Today marked the second week of our piano lessons but so far, all he taught me since the first day aside from the key names were rhymes for children. And I won't put it in details even if someone dared to ask me because just thinking about it made my stomach boil in rage.

But I had no choice, do I? He was kind enough to teach me without fee and it would be rude of me to complain about his teaching methods, however it was still plain embarrassing. Julian chuckled as he looked at my defeated face, "It's the basic lesson in learning the piano instrument, Dante."

"I suppose it is, this basics suit me so well that you probably find me ridiculous," I countered and he frowned at me.

I bit my lip, immediately regretting my attitude towards him, "I'm sorry, I'm just not really fond of musics."

I watched his frown disappeared under a smile as he went behind me. I could feel his hands snaking from my shoulders and into my neck before he tilted my head gently upward. Holding my head in place, he pressed his soft lips and moved them perfectly with mine. His loud heartbeats was resonating against my body as I kissed him back and I began to wonder, how does it feel to love someone truly? Does love makes one's own heartbeat this profound?

"I love you Dante," he murmured in our kiss. He always pointed out those sweet words to me that I already lost count on it. He never let a single day or a single hour and even a single moment passed by without declaring his love for me, and of course my chest tightened every time he do it.

Julian was really completely different from Amelia.

Unlike her who would ask first for something before telling me she loved me, Julian never asked for anything else. He was giving me all his love and all of him without asking anything from me in return. He was a selfless person which made it all the more easier for me to feel the guilt. It was because I was selfishly taking him for granted and I knew that well, still I couldn't stop myself from being selfish.

"I hope you will teach me something more significant today?" I asked, wishful.

"I do but is there something you mind to play?" he responded.

I looked at the music pamphlet on the piano rack and said, "Perchance, something splendid? I think something that will be perfect for Amelia," however, after I said it, I saw his fingers flinched on the piano keys. I was guilty again as soon as I mentioned her name.

I wanted to say sorry and do something to make up for what I did but Julian simply shook his head, silently telling me that it wasn't such a bother. Though I knew better and I could see the hurt in his grey eyes, kindling the bitterness I had for myself. How could I say her name to him? It was utterly unkind.

Because speaking of your fiancée's name right in the face of your other lover, no matter how you see it, it was plain cruelty.

"Moonlight Sonata is a good piece. It'll be perfect for her, I assure you," he smiled, a sad kind of smile.

It was one part of him that I could never bring myself to understand. How can he have such a big heart, big enough to always forgive me every time I hurt him? I hurt him more than once but, in spite all of that, he still had the heart to forgive me each time. Was his love for me really that great he has no room to hate me?

Love was always a mysterious thing to me.

"I want to play for you, Julian. The music you composed, I want to play it to you too so please teach me," I decided to do something for him, for once. I knew I can't love him back so this was the least I can do to make it up for his love.

"That's sweet of you, Dante. OF course, I would be happy to. But can you please promise me that this song is only for the two of us?" he asked of me and I was confused. Was there a certain reason why he wanted me to keep this song a secret? Though nevertheless, I dismissed the thought anyway and did what he asked.

"Of course, I promise," I smiled.

He mirrored my smile and I felt my heart skipped a beat. The look he had in silver eyes towards me was endearing, it was as if he was looking at the thing he cherished the most in his life. And It made me weak. He blinked and turned his attention to the sheet pamphlet, soon flipping through pages until he found it. I saw the music he wrote written in homorhythm and I frowned at it, barely understanding how to decipher the notes inside my head.

"It's not as complicated as it appears," Julian promised, "You don't lead the music, instead let the music leads you."

He grabbed both my hands and placed them on the smooth surface of the piano keys with his fingers interlacing with mine, "Feel the music with your touch–" he continued as he pressed my fingers on the keys, the melody starting to come into life.

***

The music was not in their perfect timing but I couldn't care less on that since all of I could care about, as of the moment, was the soft feeling of his touch. His delicate fingers that would meet and put pressure on mine brought me a sensation that I could never fathom with words. My skin burned and tingled from his gentle touch and my heart skipped a beat every time a tune sang, everything was getting weirder and weirder.

"–and feel the music with your heart," he added but I didn't heed on it because the warmth of his fingers against mine was sending pleasures down my spine.

"Are you listening, Dante?" Julian asked and I made no response. He stopped both of our fingers from dancing and was about to let go but I held his hands in mine, "Don't let go," I whispered.

I lifted my eyes and looked at him as I brought his hands on my face, his fingers brushing against my skin. I stared at his silver pools and so did he to mine. Both of us remained staring at each for while. There was this tingling feeling again on my body, making me want more of his warmth.

I slowly descended his fingers on shirt and whispered, "Undress me."

Julian looked at me, uncertain but with a blush in his cheeks. He looked like he wanted to finish our lesson first but later on, decided to heed on my desire and I sent him an assuring smile that everything will be alright.

I wanted him and he wanted me. Indeed, it was alright.

I let go of his hands and he proceeded to start unfastening my shirt buttons. He was biting his lower lip as he began. I could feel the cold air against my muscles as they came into sight. Lust building underneath my pants after he went to disrobe me of my clothes. Though I stopped him when he was about to do my pant.

"Not yet," I whispered and brushed my thumb on his lips, as if silently asking him to do something and I made it known, "Will you?"

He looked clueless at first but he eventually figured it what my request was and it made him shudder in his desires. If anything, I wanted his mouth on mine.

Julian left the seat and went to kneel before me, tracing his fingers on my belt like he was embarrassed to unbuckle them. I smiled at his hopelessness hence I proceeded to undo my pants and I watched him watch me slowly removing them for him to admire the wonder underneath them. I saw his pupils dilated when I finally showed him all of me. I waited for him to fulfill my need and I didn't wait any longer when his head leaned down in between my legs and took all of my manhood in his mouth.

I moaned at the sensation of his his hot tongue licking the tip and at the sensation of his lips pressing around me. Lust was clouding my saneness and my whole body was scorching in need. My breathing soon became laboured as he took me whole in his mouth again and again, twirled his tongue around the shaft and bringing the tip to the back of his throat which had me floating in ecstasy.

I tugged my fingers on his blonde hair, guiding him since I was now nearing my limit, "I'm going, Julian," I panted and moaned until I was able to release.

I looked at Julian as he swallowed my essence without wasting a single drop. Lifting his head up to meet my eyes, he smiled at me lustfully and it was all it took for me to pull him closer and connect my lips to his delicious ones, ultimately tasting my own essence which I found rather bitterly sweet.

"It was perfect," I grinned in his lips.

He quivered upon my words and I was even more aroused of him. "Undress yourself, Julian." I asked of him again and this time he didn't seem embarrassed about, rather just a little shy.

He stood up from the floor and I scooted in the seat to face him, resting my lower back against the piano. He remained standing stiffly and shyly in front of me as he began to strip himself. My eyes observed him solicitously and I almost spasm when his hands went on his collar, playing with the lining before he started undoing his buttons in a motion so painfully slow. I was growing avid when his little pectorals were coming to my sight. He slipped the shirt off his shoulder and let it drop on the floor. I moaned at the sight of his lustful body.

His nipples were begging me to ravish them and his skin was calling out to me. I listened to his breathing as they became dissonant along with mine. He grew rigid before since he knew what he'll be stripping off next. I smiled at him and ushered him to continue in which he did so, sensually. I could feel my length twitching the moment his fingers reached on his pants' waistline. I closed my eyes and eagerly waited for the sound of belt unbuckling and clothes rustling, imagining them sliding off his long legs.

And I was hard just by the thought of it.

I opened my eyes and there he stood before me finally nude for me to admire. Of course, I took the time to look every inch of his sensual body, painting the image of him forever in my mind.

"Come here." I commanded.

Julian took small steps towards me, torturing me on purpose. I groaned and quickly pulled him into my lap desperately. I bit into his skin as I spread his legs open.

"I need you," I whispered as I aligned my length into his entrance.

He took his time straddling me on the piano seat while I rubbed his entrance with my wet fingers, making them soft for me to enter. Holding onto his legs, I began to lower him gently with the tip immediately penetrating his walls. He dug his nails on my shoulders as I inched my way inside him. He was crying out low and his legs were trembling on my grip as I entered him fully. I stopped for the meantime to let him adjust to it.

"I love you, Dante," he murmured before kissing me and he wrapped his arms around my neck as he relished on the feeling of me being inside him.

"I like you, Julian," were the words I only chose to say.

There was this guilt again but it faded upon the fulfilling pleasure that followed. It engulfed my body in a burning embrace and I wanted nothing but to surrender to it. I tightened the grip I had on his legs and slowly lifted him up, leaving only the tip of me inside. I kissed him passionately and I took the distraction to quickly thrust him back down on my length, making him cry out and convulsing against me.

I began to quicken my pace and he held onto me for support with his legs clinging around my waist and with his hands clutching onto the piano keyboard behind me for balance as he also began to ride me fervidly. I planted my mouth on his nipples while I steady the pace of my every thrust and not even the conflicting piano sounds his fingers made involuntarily could disturb my fast movements as I sated my desire for him.

Beads of sweat was crawling down my temples but Julian wiped it clean for me before leaning his perspired forehead against mine. His hot breath was filling my nose and his entrance wall tightening around me, it was such a carnal pleasure and I wanted myself to be the only one to feel it.

"I'm yours, Dante, only yours." he whispered, as if he knew what I was thinking.

But neither my heart skip a beat nor swell upon his loving words, instead something a heartbeat slammed loudly against my chest. Thump. I grimaced and I wanted to know what that was but Julian crying out my name as he released, urged me to forget it. He tightened his walls around me and it was all it took to bring me to my ultimate limit. I thrust and thrust until my body shuddered its release inside him.

And I moaned his name while doing so.

I sighed, sated, while he buried his head on my shoulder with his legs now limping around my waist. "Julian?" I wanted to know if he was okay but he didn't respond and I frowned at his silence.

"Did I hurt you?"

He only shook his head in silent denial before going back in another silence. We remained in such position for a couple of minutes until I finally felt him move against me. He lifted his head up and looked straight to the eyes. I was about to ask if he was okay when he captured my lips in a kiss so sweet it was surreal.

He let go afterwards and asked in a whisper, "I wonder, how long will you keep touching me like this, Dante?" It caught me off guard because I didn't know what to say.

"I know that one day this will come to an end and you'll be married to her. When that day comes, please tell me so I'll let go, even if it kills me," he continued with a smile so sad it was upsetting me. I couldn't say anything but could only feel this dull ache inside my heart.

"I'll let go but I will always love you, Dante."

***

The time passed by so fast and my fiancée's birthday was already tomorrow. It will be a big event but I was already disappointed just thinking about it, because I knew that I'll be keeping her company throughout the entire evening and I bet she'll do anything to keep my attention only on her.

I scowled to myself at the mere thought of her and her close acquaintances with their nonsense gossip here and there. I dismissed my thoughts immediately and went to entertain myself with a nice wine. I grabbed a glass and filled it half-full with my eyes lingering on the red color, deliberately lightening up my mood. I placed down the champagne on the bar counter and there I saw the sheet pamphlet that was laying still.

I remembered, Julian lent it to me because it had the song that I'll be serenading for Amelia. It was Moonlight Sonata which he suggested however that was not what I had in my head right now, rather I was thinking of him dressed in a suit.

Indeed, he was invited too since he was part of the household but knowing that I'll be seeing him again was all I need to be excited. I guessed the party won't be boring especially when he will be there, and also because he will finally get to see me play the music piece he taught me so well for months.

I smiled to myself and flipped through the pages before pausing upon the familiar homorythm notes. It was the one he composed for me and the one I had promised to play only for him – Autumn Rose. I truly liked the name since I was fond of flowers, especially roses.

Placing the sheet back on the counter, I recalled in my mind the memories of our intimate days. I recalled the feeling of my hands cruising on Julian's soft skin and the feeling of my lips trailing kisses on both his chest and thighs with him moaning my name countless times. So basically and likewise, I wanted him more and more, it was riling me up inside.

I touched my lips, gradually missing his kisses. "Julian," I whispered.

I shook my growing desire away and went to finish my wine in struggle to get mind back on its place since it'll be a trouble if my desires gets to me the next day since Amelia will, no doubt, misunderstood it as desires for her.

I didn't want her to think that I was in need of her. For aught I knew, not in a slightest chance.

"Dante my dear?" I heard my darling mother Helena called to me from the door. I spun around to see her standing there in her pink nightgown and I inquired, "Is something wrong, dear mother?"

"Don't stay up too late since we'll leave early in the morning to buy beautiful birthday gifts for your fiancée. By the way, is your music ready?" she questioned as she walked to me, yawning through her lips.

"Yes, mother. I'll be playing the piece Moonlight Sonata since it's perfect for her," I replied and showed her the sheet pamphlet from the bar counter before putting down the glass I was holding.

"It's perfect. But I fear this will not do good, you need something more special," she refuted me and went to turn the pages until she stopped on a specific page and I frowned deeply at it.

"How about this piece, Autumn Rose? It seems wonderful. I would like you to play this instead," she continued.

However, I tried to change her mind since I already promised Julian that it will be only for the two us and no one else, "Is there something else I could play beside that?"

"Why, my dear? Should there be any reason why you don't want to play this?" my mother questioned me, growing suspicious which I found troubling because it was not part of my plan to let her know that I was indeed having an affair with someone and especially with another man. I didn't want to risk anything more so I decided to just heed to it and simply sighed in defeat.

"No, mother. Of course, I would love to play it for her tomorrow," I replied as the guilt gripped my heart tightly.