It was a boring day. You lay on his bed as he sits on the floor reading a book, your eyes scan his room before landing on his guitar, a devious smile on your face.

“Teach me how to play guitar!” You blurt out, grinning at him as he looks up at you before smiling softly, quickly agreeing.

That was an hour ago, you were now sitting on his lap with the guitar in your hands, plucking the strings lightly as he guides your hands, his breath caressing the nape of your neck, “See? You’re a natural.”