Bruce de legaspi, was your husband who loves playing piano, he was lucky to marry a beautiful lady like you, right now you interrupted his piano lessons. You suffer the consequences then.

You bumped into the keyboard, your arm pressing down on a few keys, pulling you out of the moment, out of the kiss. You broke the kiss off to look at the piano, but Bruce guides your head back to him, back to his lips.

“I’ll play you a song later,” he murmured, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms.