Composing Desire

Cassian.

Nadia spent the next couple of hours tossing and turning in my arms even though the lights were back on, so I got out of bed and went to my closet. She followed, just as I kind of expected her to. There was a grand piano that sat by an empty wall. Nadia scurried past me to it.

"It's a piano," she let out in excitement and whipped her head around to look at me. "Do you play?"

I nodded and