Emma

The place is quite shockingly beautiful. Killian opened a door next to a couple beds in the corner. Inside, it's a bright large room with a chandelier on the ceiling, fine furniture arranged by the fireplace, and...a piano. Yes, very shocking.

I walked beside the piano. "You play the piano. A club owner. A demanding womanizer. And have a friend who loves writing, and likes to greet people by French kissing. What other surprises do you have, Mr. Jones?"

Killian came up to my side, and opened the piano. He sat down on the long piano chair, and placed his index fingers on the keys.

"Perhaps I could play a little something for my lady."

I folded my hands, and leaned against the piano. "Oh, please entertain me. I am thrilled to be your audience."

I watched intently as his fingers pressed against the keys. Its like watching a graceful ballet recital just dancing its wonderful art on stage. Killian gave me a few glimpse, his green eyes warm me to butter toast. This is something I hadn't felt for so long.

While his fingers continued with the song, he suddenly spoke up. "Do you know how to play?"

I shook my head. "My mother didn't see anything bright about me when I was a child. I have zero experience, you be surprised."

"Come over here."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Come over here. I'll show you a little magic trick. Tonight, Emma you are going to play the piano like a pro."

I laughed. "No thank you. It'll take a miracle to do that."

But Killian released one of his hands, the other still playing. His free hand grabbed one of my hands, and led me to his side.

"Take a seat. I'll show you the magic."

I can't seem to stop laughing. 'Let's see how this turns out.'

"Alright."

His free hand joined the other hand. "Place your hands on top of mine, and spread your fingers out loosely."

I didn't do it immediately. I couldn't help but look at him uncertain to take that step.

Killian just chuckled, amused. "I won't bite. Tonight I'll be a gentleman."

I licked my lips. After a long moment, I slowly placed my hands on his. I could feel my hands turn cold, and dead. Although, Killian has all the credit to play this beautiful song, it does feel like I'm the pianist and I'm actually playing like I know what to do.

"A smile I see. Now that wasn't so bad." I could feel his breath on my cheek as he spoke. I had no idea that we were sitting so close.

I shook my head awake. "This is a nice song. I like it. What's it called?"

"This song is just something my young colleagues seem to enjoy. It's called Numb. Just the piano version from the band Linkin Park."

"It's a nice touch...You know, I actually feel like I'm playing this piano. This is kind of cool."

Killian smiled. "Now that's what I want to hear."

The song soon came to a close. I never felt so disappointed in my life. I actually feel so... warm and really enjoyed myself in that short moment.

"Your hands are so cold."

I lifted my head, not realizing my hands were still one top of his. I quickly put my hands away, and folded them together. But Killian took my hands, warming those marble frozen skin. He lifted them to his lips, and huffed warm breaths. His eyes looking up at me as his breath huffed on my hands. I could feel my cheeks burn.

"You look beautiful by the way."

"Thanks. It was Jeff – I mean new."

"It looks perfect on you. You alright, though? You look a little flushed." He lowered his hands, and reached for my face. He brushed a lock of my hair to the side. If I never felt the same way toward Killian like I do now, he would be on the floor crying in pain. I would seriously break every bone on his hand. Its quite fortunate my feelings changed. Very quickly.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

The two of us turned our heads. Its Jefferson. He stood there holding two martini glasses.

He took a sip of his glass. "It took awhile to find you two. I got your drink."

I cleared my throat. I quickly pulled my hands away. I stood up from the chair.

"Uh yeah, thanks Jefferson...Um uh th – thank you, Killian. It was really cool you showing me around."

Killian just nodded.

Jefferson took out his hand for mine. "Let's go upstairs. Come on."

"Right. Okay. See you around, Killian."

He just nodded again without looking at me.

I walked slowly to Jefferson, taking guilty steps like I'm taking the walk of shame. I refused to allow Jefferson to take my hand. He tried to wrap an arm around me, but I dodged it by taking the glass from his hand. This is definitely a miracle day, all this happening within twenty one hours.

The song I chose is called Numb. It really got me. You could find this on Youtube, so you won't find any trouble to find this. Anyway, enjoy.