Melody of Love

Melody of Love - Jonathan Hart


I watched the tide roll in caressing the coast like a sweet touch. That's exactly how I would remember his touch when he would run his hands up and down my back giving me one of his loving massages. Jonathan always did have that kind of magic with me, and I could never help comparing the way he caressed me to the waves washing up on the shore outside our beach house. Today, I was sitting on the sand as I rested my chin on my knees, enjoying the serene atmosphere I was in. The breeze glided past me, running through my hair, seducing it into a little dance in the wind. It was perfect, well, almost perfect. Jonathan wasn't here, and I was still waiting for him to get back.

He'd been acting most strangely this morning. I noticed he was nervous when I got out of the shower after we had made love moments earlier. Usually seeing me in a towel makes him want to snatch it away, but today he didn't even seem to notice me enter the bedroom. He was already fully dressed and getting ready to leave for somewhere as I walked in. When he finally did notice me, all he said was, "I'll be back by noon, okay? I'll see you then."

I barely nodded before he gave me a kiss on the forehead and left. And now here I am on the beach. I'm not sure how long I've been out here, but it must surely be noon by now. I figured I should be inside, but sitting on the beach had always been so peaceful to me that I thought, just a few minutes more. Suddenly I felt warm hands wrap around my waist and lock me in a sideways embrace. A deep, husky voice tickled my ear.

"So beautiful, like watching a painting," he breathed. I could never mistake that voice, and I knew it could be none other than Jonathan. Thinking he was talking about the view, I replied, "Isn't it, though?"

"I was actually referring to you."

I blushed. Sometimes he would say the cutest things to me.

He nuzzled my neck more and more. Did he know what his touch did to me? That he alone held so much power over me? It was incredible, even after all this time, that he could make me submit to every command just by his touch.

Eventually he did pull away, and we walked back to the house together, arm in arm. When we were almost there, he said he had something to show me. I couldn't help starting the guessing games, but he told me to wait. As we reached the door, I heard something coming from inside...like music. It sounded so familiar, yet at the same time it wasn't.

When we went inside, I heard our CD player playing a song I'd never heard before, but yet...the tune, I definitely knew that tune. Jonathan has whistled it for me.

Now if you knew Jonathan like I do, you'd know that he and music composition don't mix at all, but this tune had come about under the strangest circumstances.

It was about a month ago when I had to go out of town for a while, leaving Jonathan alone for the first time since we'd been married. Before I left, I encouraged him to keep himself occupied. He happily took me up on that suggestion and often went out to the bar with his friends. But apparently he still couldn't handle the fact that I was gone. So, according to his buddies, he would get drunk and start blabbering on and on about his wife: how she meant the world to him and that there was no one else like her. Soon he began whistling, and before he knew it, he was sounding like a true composer. His friends had told him about that of course, teasing him relentlessly. Jonathan took their ribbing well, as he always did. He whistled his tune for me as a welcome home present.

I remember feeling so moved when I heard it because he composed it about me and for me. It deeply touched my soul. I could have sworn he sounded like Bacharach, but Jonathan is the complete opposite of him--that's why it was even more of a surprise to me.

Now I was hearing that same tune on our CD player, and it was being played by a fabulous orchestra. Jonathan seemed to know what I was thinking when I looked at him, so he said to me, "I took my tune and turned it into a song for you. I thought it might mean a lot more to you when you hear it." I was speechless.

"I knew someone at a record company who owed me a favor, so I thought, why not use it for you?"

One thing about Jonathan was that he had a lot of connections. Anytime he needed something done, he never seemed to be short of help. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and swayed me from side to side. "Well, darling, what do you think?"

I was still so shocked I didn't know what to say, but I did finally manage to get out something.

"You...you did this for me? All for me?"

"Of course I did, darling."

I smiled. "Oh Jonathan, it truly is wonderful. You went to so much trouble that I almost feel guilty."

"Jennifer, you should know you're worth it," he murmured as he nuzzled my neck.

I didn't think my smile could get any bigger, but it did. "I absolutely love it. Thank you."

He continued to gently sway me in his arms, and I melted into his embrace, as the wonder of his love continued to sink in. I couldn't believe what this man would do just to show me how much I meant to him. It probably explained his behavior earlier today.

"You know, you were acting so strange this morning, you had me thinking something was wrong."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I was nervous, 'cuz...well...I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with turning your favorite tune into a popular song."

"Well, you know what? I think that's the most beautiful song I've ever heard."

As we kept swaying to our music, he began stroking my back in that special, tender way of his. That gentle, caressing movement up and down. Finally I turned around and looked deeply into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I love you so much, Jonathan. You know that, right?" He smiled and kissed me, pulling me into a warm embrace before carrying me off to our bedroom...

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