Free The Right Note (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Naima DaCosta Page A

as the strain started over she began singing the words.
    “You are the music that moves inside of me you are the chords that chime to prove my melody is true/You are the words I learn anew each day I write my song to you/You are the night that falls to set me free/ You are the dark that comes to choose this shining star who cannot see all of the love we are too far away from to ever show we knew still each night I shine to send my light to you.”
    Jack heard his chords, his own wonderful chords sounding better than he had ever played them himself. Hayley had united those changes with a melody so perfect, so unlike any he had ever contemplated using, it was almost a miracle. He had never tried to understand his own hearts meaning when he played that piece so often alone in the dark. That brooding, haunting refrain was suddenly transformed into something magical in it's yearning promise.
    As the final chord rang out she sat still wanting it ring forever. her foot held the pedal keeping it sustaining as she closed her eyes and felt everything that it meant surge through her. Hayley felt like the sound was caressing her. She slowly realized that he was there standing behind her his hands were on her body gently moving over her. Her lips parted and she felt her breath come shallow. Jack was unbuttoning the back of her unbleached cotton dress.
    Hayley kept her foot on the pedal and the sound, though still slowly fading continued to shimmer as she felt shivers from his hands upon her skin, he was removing unfastening her brassiere, his hand reached under the wire to gently cup her breasts, rolling the nipples slowly between his long fingers. She held her breath for a second, reaching her hand back to touch his hip, finding it already bare he was lifting her up, she leaned against him still keeping her foot on the pedal as the last of the fraying fragments of sound faded into eternity. he pulled her dress off completely lifted her dark, lithe little body off of the ground. He carried her around to lay her beneath the backside the unusually high piano. the soft sound dampening carpet beneath it felt warm and cozy against her as her skin nestled, wriggling, into it. He was almost pressed up against her...there wasn't much room but they fit snugly there together. She could hear reverberations of their breathing through the piano's body as they kissed each other with with all the tenderness, passion and beauty of the final note Hayley played.
     

              They lay there exhausted. For her own part, Hayley simply lay there sprawled, face blank, completely satisfied, smiling vaguely as Jack kissed her tenderly before getting up to find a cigarette. Afterwards they sat together on a love-seat facing the piano from the opposite side of the room.
    Jack fetched a bottle of chardonnay and they sat sipping from short, deep globes of glass while he talked about the piano. It was a Baldwin that Jack acquired from a friend who had bought it for his recording studio. It had hardly been played.
    Jack rambled on about the finer points of it's construction and it's tonal characteristics as she slowly returned to reality. The glow between them began to dissipate and his windy monologue began to annoy her.
    Hayley interrupted, "Yes, yes It sounds beautiful and it plays better than anything I've ever touched. I might have to kill you for it, but why in god's name is it here along with all of this other stuff? Are you going to rent this out? It doesn't really seem like your sort of setup."
    Jack coughed uncomfortably, "Well It's not exactly for me, no.. I guess I assumed it was obvious that I built it with you in mind.”
    Hayley stared at him unblinking for a second trying to read his expression for some clue as to the origin of this preposterous notion. Jack’s eyes were shifty as he attempted to maintain the facade that there was nothing unusual about this incredible extravagance.
    Hayley said in a no-nonsense tone, fighting growing