“Let me teach you.” Grayson mutters, watching as you fiddle his guitar before taking a seat next to you. His fingers gently overlaying yours, directing them to the correct strings.

“Try and strum it.” He spoke, his breath trickling on your neck, his eyes now trained on your face. He was close. Too close. You two were only roommates. You both had very different lives. He was a famous bassist with many girls fawning over him. You worked a 9-5 office job. Romance would only create chaos. Right?