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For the first time, I finally get to be with Kay, my shining star.
Chapter 10
The lights in the lounge dimmed as the last patrons filtered out into the night, their chatter echoing faintly in the cool air. The band packed up their instruments, and the bar staff cleaned the tables, leaving the once-bustling room serene and still. I stood near the stage, watching as Kay removed her feathered hairpiece and smoothed her golden dress, a radiant smile still lingering on her lips.
The crowd had thinned, the din of applause and chatter now replaced by the soft hum of the overhead lights and the faint clink of glasses being cleaned in the bar sink. Closing time. The night had been a roaring success, and Jimmie’s Shining Star Lounge felt more alive than it had in years. But for me, the night wasn’t over yet.
Kay stood by the stage, running her fingers along the edge of the microphone stand. She was still glowing, her golden dress catching the dim light, giving her an almost ethereal quality. I approached her slowly, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.
“Closing time,” I said softly, stepping closer. She turned to me, her eyes glowing with the excitement of her triumphant debut.
“You were magnificent,” I said, my voice low and filled with admiration.
She turned to me, her eyes shimmering with excitement. “I can’t believe it. Did you hear them, Mike? They loved me.”
“They didn’t just love you—they adored you.” I reached for her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. “And so do I.”
Her smile softened, and she stepped closer. “You’ve made me feel like a princess tonight. Like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be.”
I lifted her hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re not just a princess. You’re the star of the show. And I’d like to keep you shining.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she tilted her head slightly. “Are you always this charming, or is it just for me?”
“Only for you,” I murmured, and she laughed, a sound like music in the quiet room.
“Walk me upstairs?” she asked, her voice soft but inviting.
“Always.”
We climbed the narrow staircase to my apartment, the golden light from the hallway casting long shadows on the walls. My hand never left hers, the warmth of her touch grounding me in the surreal beauty of the moment.
Inside, I turned on the small lamp by the couch, its soft glow illuminating the room. The space was modest but cozy—a plush sofa, a well-worn coffee table, and shelves lined with old records.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, shrugging off my jacket and draping it over a chair.
Kay wandered to the shelves, her fingers brushing against the spines of the records. “You weren’t kidding about loving jazz,” she said, pulling one out. “This one’s a classic.”
“Only the best,” I replied, taking the record from her and setting it on the turntable. As the needle dropped, the room filled with the smooth, mellow sounds of a saxophone.
She turned to me, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Are you going to ask me to dance?”
I didn’t need an invitation. Crossing the room, I held out my hand. “May I?”
She took it without hesitation, and I pulled her into my arms. We swayed slowly to the music, her head resting against my chest as I guided her around the room. The world outside faded away, leaving only the rhythm of the music and the warmth of her body against mine.
“You’re quite the dancer,” she said, looking up at me.
“Only when I’ve got the right partner,” I replied, and she smiled.
The song ended, but we didn’t stop. Her hands slid to the back of my neck, and I felt her breath against my skin. I leaned down, our lips meeting in a kiss that was soft at first but deepened with every passing second.
“Mike,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and vulnerability. “Take me to bed.”
Her words sent a jolt through me, but I kept my movements gentle, my hands steady as I guided her toward the bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door—not to keep the world out, but to hold this moment in.
The golden sequins of her dress caught the moonlight streaming through the window as she stood before me, breathtaking and radiant. Slowly, I reached for her, and she let me.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
I guided her closer, my hands resting lightly on her waist. Our lips met again, the kiss deepening, filled with all the unspoken emotions of the night. Her fingers trailed along my collar, tugging gently at my tie as the distance between us disappeared.
“Kay,” I whispered, my voice catching as I cupped her face in my hands. Her eyes, soft and trusting, locked onto mine.
“Show me,” she said softly, her breath warm against my lips. “Show me how you feel.”
The words were an invitation, and I answered with everything I had. Slowly, reverently, I helped her out of her dress, letting it fall in a cascade of gold at her feet. She stood before me, vulnerable yet confident, her beauty unmatched.
I pulled her into my arms, holding her as if she might vanish. The warmth of her skin against mine was electric, each touch igniting a fire that spread through both of us. She ran her hands along my chest, undoing buttons with deliberate care, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
We moved together, unhurried yet driven by an undeniable pull. Every touch, every kiss, was an act of worship, a declaration without words. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the quiet symphony of our breaths, the soft rustle of sheets, and the music of our hearts beating as one.
The moonlight cast a silver glow over the room, illuminating the moments we shared. I traced her silhouette with my fingertips, memorizing every curve, every line, as if committing her to memory. She responded with equal intensity, her hands exploring, her lips following.
As we came together fully, the connection was more than physical. It was as if every barrier, every wall, had been stripped away, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of what we felt for one another. We moved as one, lost in a rhythm that belonged solely to us.
When it was over, we lay entwined beneath the covers, the silence between us warm and comforting. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, marveling at how radiant she looked, even in the dim light.
“You’re incredible,” I said softly, and she smiled, her eyes filled with a quiet joy.
“So are you,” she replied, resting her head against my chest.
We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other close, the world outside forgotten.
With that, the rest of the world melted away, leaving only us and the quiet promise of something beautiful shared between two souls lost in each other.
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