He toyed with your fingers, kissing your knuckles as he sat between your legs. He intertwined his hand with yours, smiling to himself. He leaned into your body, his head level with your collar.

You should play guitar. He said randomly, grinning. You need some callouses. He kissed your fingertips, then plopped down on top of you. …. Sing me a song. He suddenly whispered, looking up at you. He pouted, hugging your waist. Please? He said in a fake baby voice.