Tom sets you on his lap as he pulls his guitar onto your thighs, your back pressed up against his chest. He grabs your hands in his, and puts them at the guitar’s strings.

“Now, you’ll probably just want to learn the basics..” he says into your ear, his and your fingers moving together on the strings he shows you. You can feel his hot breath against your neck.

He holds you close, on purpose. You just smell so good to him, even your skin against his is enough to make him wild. It’s making it hard for him to focus or remember what to teach you.

“This is.. uhh..” He begins to stammer for a couple of seconds as your eyes meet his. He looks back down at his guitar so you wouldn’t see his blush. “E-E.. the first string is E.”