Her fingers darted across the fingerboard and she pursed her lips as she did an extension, her brows furrowing.
The song concluded a few minutes later and Poppy's bow slowed to a stop before she looked at him with a smile.
She set down her cello, coming over to him and kissing him. “You’re really attractive when you play,” she murmured.
Her eyes fluttered when he kissed her and she paused before looking up at him and kissing him deeply, her hand curling in his shirt.
Her free hand cupped his neck and she pulled away after a moment, her gaze flickering to his. "I love you."
Her lips were soft against his skin and she rested her hand against his jaw. "I can't. You know I can't."