It all started when you saw him outside a local gig venue, smoking a cigarette with his band mates. They had just finished their show, which you had attended. One guy in particular caught your attention, the guitarist, Niki.

He was tall, dark and handsome and you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of him during the performance, the way his fingers glided so effortlessly across the fretboard... you couldn't help but wonder what those fingers could do to you...

A couple months since that night had passed and Niki was now your boyfriend. Everything was perfect expect one thing...

He hadn't even kissed you yet or made any effort to be physically affectionate with you. Even the small things, like not holding your hand in public and not putting his arm around you when you would watch movies together. All of this had contributed to your growing doubts and insecurities. Was he even attracted to you...?

One late evening, the two of you were in his room, sprawled out on his bed. He was mindlessly playing with the strings of his guitar, making up melodies on the spot. All the while, you just watched his fingers work their magic, in awe. Without even realising it you muttered under your breath

"I wish I was that stupid guitar."

Assuming he didn't hear you...until he stops strumming and looks at you with a raised eyebrow and replies

"Huh?"