Music Part II

As I drove, I thought about the night ahead of me.1

Freddy had called and invited me over just a few minutes ago. I had thrown on jeans, and t-shirt, and a sweater and quickly rolled on some lip gloss, not knowing what to expect, but not to be too casual just in case. You could never tell with Freddy.2

Now I was in my Honda Prius, driving towards the home of the man that drove me crazy at times with his mysteriousness, but who I loved more than myself nevertheless. 3

After a few minutes I arrived at his house. I climbed out of my Prius and trudged through the thick snow over to the front door. Before I could knock, the door opened and there stood Freddy, in a sweater-and-jeans outfit almost matching mine. He smiled. My heart missed a beat. "Come in," he said casually, beckoning for me to come inside.4

As soon as I was in, he led me to the couch by the fireplace. A roaring fire was alive in it, casting dancing shadows onto the wood floor. We sat down on the couch, and he handed me one of the two mugs that had been sitting on the table next to the couch. I looked inside. Hot chocolate. Of course. I took a sip, and realized the taste wasn't as predictable as I thought it would be. It was delicious, rich chocolate with a hint of spices and peppermint, and warmed to perfection.5

I looked over at Freddy. He too was taking a sip of the chocolate. He seemed just as delighted as I was, but wryly. 6

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.7

He looked at me. "I wanted to show you something."8

He set his hot cocoa down on the table and got up. He went over to the fireplace, and picked something up from the mantle over it. He turned, heading towards his huge stereo system. I caught a glimpse of what he was holding. It was a CD. That's what he wanted to show me? It must've been pretty important if he had to invite me over to tell me about it.9

He was fiddling with the stereo, so I waited patiently, sipping my cocoa every few seconds. Soon I heard soft music coming from the stereo. I recognized it at once. It was the piece the cellist had played when we went to the concert hall last weekend.10

He came and sat back down next to me. I put my cocoa down, engulfed in the music. His stereo system was so high quality, I almost forgot he was there. 11

"I knew you'd like it," he remarked softly. I looked at him. "I love it," I corrected. "I didn't know they recorded it."12

"Yes," he replied. "The day after we heard it in person I went back to the concert hall to pick up the CD for us to listen to."13

"Thank you." I said. I noticed him gradually moving closer to me. His hand rose from the couch to my shoulder, slowly sliding up my neck and to my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed me.14

We flew at each other like two magnets. The hand that wasn't holding my face wrapped around my waist securely. I threw both my arms around his neck, one hand flat against his back and one tangled in his hair. His lips and tounge carressed mine, making my spine tingle. He turned his face slightly sideways so our noses wouldn't run into each other. I felt his hot, sweet breath in my mouth. This continued for a few seconds until we finally pulled apart. Now the only sound was the fireplace crackling, our panting breathing, and the cello singing sweetly in the background. 15

I glanced at my hot chocolate cup sitting on the table. "Good hot chocolate," I said.