The Secret Door: A Phantom of the Opera Novel by J. Smith

Author:J. Smith [Smith, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J. M. Smith
Published: 2014-05-11T04:00:00+00:00

Erik was warm. Yes, as he drifted on the edge of a dream, he felt blessed, radiating heat circulating all around him. Something soft and sweet smelling was tickling his cheek, and a pliable, yielding weight was draped across his chest. Instead of being an encumbrance, however, this burden was welcome, comforting, soothing, and he actually felt himself nestle deeper into the cushioned warmth and draw the form more tightly against him. Somewhere there was a breath, a tender sigh, which made the darkness that much more inviting, and Erik felt that if he never again opened his eyes, surrounded by that warmth, that scent, that …sigh, he would be quite happy to surrender to endless night.

He felt the weight shift, and suddenly, there were gentle flutters, mere whispers of touch, stroking, caressing his cheek. Both cheeks. Still half clinging to his blissful slumber, Erik slowly lifted his lids to find that Jenna was the source of the sweet sensations he had been experiencing in his sleep. She was lying with him on the settee, draped comfortably over his chest. Her gaze followed the trail that her delicate fingers made across his face, so she did not immediately notice that he was looking at her. He saw her lips turned up in a sweet smile, as she beheld the sight that had heretofore only inspired terror and disgust.

“How do you do this, Jenna?" he asked her in a hoarse whisper, still awed by the tenderness in her fingertips.

Jenna’s fingers froze, and she met his gaze. "What?" she asked, in a sweet whisper.

"How do you look upon me—how do you touch me—as if I were no different than anyone else?" he asked, still in disbelief as he gazed into her eyes.

"Oh Erik,” she corrected him, softly, still gently stroking his cheek. “You are different from everyone else.” Jenna noticed a shift in Erik’s gaze and suddenly her cheeks went hot. Oh God, she had said too much. She had allowed herself to get caught up in this moment of sweet and blessed peace and now she had revealed feelings that she knew Erik could never share. With a slight sickly burn in her stomach, she began to pull away, only to feel Erik immediately tighten his arms around her.

"No, don't go, Jenna,” he whispered imploringly. “Finally, I am warm."

Jenna gazed into his eyes a few seconds longer, silently adoring him. Hands still placed gently on his cheeks, she smiled at him. Without even knowing what she was doing, her face began to lower, and her eyes began to close, as she moved to place a gentle kiss upon his lips.

“Sweet Allah!” came the Persian's cry out of nowhere. “Erik!”

Erik startled to an upright position, and Jenna, landed with a humph on the floor. “Daroga,” Erik hissed, glaring at the Persian, who was looking at him with a mixture of horror and shock. “You always have such impeccable timing,” as he leaned toward Jenna and extended his hand.

“Well, it's not as if I could have had the doorman announce me,” Omid protested.

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