Page 15 of A Little Love Song in Seabury (Seabury #16)

WILLIAM

W ill’s fingers danced across the keys with the lightest of touches. The notes flowed like a dream… describing the sweetest of afternoon naps.

Leah was still fast asleep in the bedroom, tangled in the cool white sheets of the cliff house’s king-sized bed as the sea whispered to her from beyond the window.

It had taken all his willpower to carefully untangle himself from her snoozing frame and leave her warm body resting gently, but the music had started again. It wasn’t really surprising after everything, though, was it?

Will closed his eyes, his fingers not letting up even as snatches of the most perfect day played like a film behind his eyelids.

Leah, laughing on the beach, grabbing her cushion to wallop him for being cheeky.

Him, tracing a finger over her cheek to brush away flecks of golden sand. Him, feeding her strawberries and telling her tales of his childhood as the Seabury sun beat down on them both, warming the glossy berries in the little basket she carried.

Leah, long, lean and brown, stretched out beneath him on crisp white sheets.

Leah, gasping his name.

Leah falling asleep in his arms.

Will’s fingers flew, but he kept his eyes firmly closed, chasing the crescendo he knew was coming. He wanted to commit this perfect day to memory—to music—so that nothing and no one could ever take it away from him.

The notes came harder and faster, the melodies weaving and complex. And then a pause… a held breath before the end.

Will knew he was almost there. One more kiss from Leah, and this movement would be complete.