The Pianist Ch 08
Nic woke around noon, the warm summer sun shining down on their bodies through Allie’s bedroom window. Allie was still wound around his body, though she had slid over to his right side a bit, her leg thrown across his thighs. His right arm was dead from her laying on it for the past few hours, but it was a small sacrifice as he looked down at the stunning woman draped across him. Allie felt the muscles in his arm flex underneath her as he tried to restore the blood flow to his hand. She...