Chapter 94
It was Evie's last day and he wanted it to be perfect. He'd offered her the option of doing anything she wanted. He loved handing out candy to trick-or-treaters, but he'd happily skip this year if there was something else she wanted to do.
As it turned out, Evie's preferences were pretty simple. They spent the hours from midnight 'til dawn in bed. Then he showed her the joys of shower sex, taking her up against the wall with the water spraying all around them. He shaved her legs for her because she wanted to look more modern, if only for him.
And that led to his carefully shaving her all the way up, until her luscious pussy was as bare and pink as could be. Of course he couldn't resist diving in to taste then filling her so she could feel the difference without hair.
Then he finally let her get dressed. They were both moving gingerly when they made their way down the stairs for brunch. He hadn't had a workout like this since - well, ever.
"I have a birthday gift for you," she told him over a plate of ham, eggs and biscuits. I wanted you to have something to remember me by, after I'm gone."
"Other than the four hundred or so pictures I've uploaded to my hard drive?"
She wrinkled her nose before she remembered he'd put her photos on his computer. Every so often he managed to confuse her, even though she'd been observing humanity since her death. The last occupant of the house had been an older woman who hadn't owned a computer. "Yes, besides those."
"Does this have to do with you borrowing my computer yesterday?" He lifted one eyebrow.
"It does, spoilsport. Now can I give you your present?"
Sam nodded and followed her into his den - or home office as he called it.
"Is there a way you can record what I play? I've written down the words so you can keep them, but I didn't write out the notes." She'd never been great about reading or writing music, playing mostly by ear.
"I can." He did something with the computer, using the main keyboard, the one that resembled a typewriter, as opposed to the virtual piano. "There. Push this button when you start and it will record your voice as well as the music."
Her voice? Now she had to try to get through the lyrics without choking up. That was liable to prove difficult. She took a deep breath and a sip of the water she'd carried in with her from the table. Eyes fixed on her fingers, she pushed the key to start recording and began to play.
The song was short, simple, a ballad about a girl who had never known love, who'd grown into a woman who never thought she'd find it. She sang of the joy she'd found, never naming Sam, but professing her love just the same.
Her voice was barely steady when she sang the final line, "And now, despite my longing, comes the time when we must part. Leaving you is worse than dying, for I leave behind my heart. No matter where I go, no matter what I do, not a thing can take away the joy I found in you."
Hurriedly she clicked off the button before she sobbed.
Finally, tears pooling in her eyes, she looked over at Sam.
His cheeks were wet, his lips trembling. Silent sobs shook his shoulders as he held open his arms. Evie flung herself onto his lap, letting the tears fall to dampen the shoulder of his shirt.
"I love you, Evie," he said finally, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. "I tried so hard not to, but you're my one. I'll never love anyone else, not like this. I'm so grateful for every minute I got to spend with you."
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