The Last Of Us 35+

Chapter Two

A/N: Sorry I’ve been busy!

Dinner was at a nice Italian place 3 blocks away from the concert venue. Y/N really didn’t expect Alex to be a full on gentleman. He drove, opened her car door, pulled out her chair, and even requested her favorite orchestral arrangement to be played in the establishment.

“You really don’t have to do this Alex..” Y/n mutters into her hands. Alex doesn’t say anything and reaches for her delicate hands and pulls them down. Her eyes sparkle in the lighting and his eyes soften at the insecurity in her eyes.

She looks in his eyes as well seeing the genuine interest. “Your eyes” both of them say at the same time. “You first” they both say again and chuckle. Y/N, being the awkward girl that she is, gestures at Alex. He smiles as he chuckles. “Your eyes are beautiful. They remind me of a song I played back when I began to learn music. What was it? Cello suite Number 1”

A beautiful smile that Alex grew to love appeared. He reaches out and grabs her hand, rubbing small circles on her knuckles. His hands feel a little rough from all the intense playing.

“You’re a really sweet guy Alex. I hope you always stay like that.” Y/N says right before taking a bite of her pasta.

After dinner, Alex drives her home to her apartment complex. Like the gentleman that he is, he walks her up to the door. Y/N takes her key out to unlock the door but he grabs her arm and spins her toward him. Their faces are close to each other, their foreheads touching. Alex cups her cheek and kisses it. Not on the lips yet.

That night, Y/N can’t sleep. Thoughts of Alex Serian spinning her around, only to kiss her cheek left her going feral. How could a sexy man like that leave her hanging? Now she’s going to be up all night.

And what to do instrumentalist do when they can’t sleep? They play. She pulls out her violin and begins to play some random concerto she creates in her mind. It’s kind of scattered just like her current thoughts.

A total tease, she thought bitterly, striking a harsh, resonant G-string note that vibrated all the way down her spine. A brilliant, gorgeous, infuriating tease.

As she continues playing, she imagines all the dirty things she wants him to do to her. Can’t even make it though a rest without imagining him using his fingers for non cello related things.

Her breathing picks up, not like when she has her panic attack, but because she’s worked up. Y/N puts her violin down and checks her phone.

No new messages.

She sighs. Was tonight all a lie? Did he even want to see her again. But the thought of him asking her out at all gives her the confidence to ask him out this time.

“So when’s the next date?”

She nearly tosses her phone across the room. Luckily Alex had anticipated her late night spiral and text.

“Right on time mi nocturne. How’s dinner for tomorrow after rehearsal?”

Mi nocturne. A nickname already. Y/N blushes as she thinks of a response.

“You knew I was awake?”

“I know you tend to spiral. Now get some rest Mi Nocturne. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”