Music notes wrapped around you and blessed your ears, Sam’s fingers plucking at the strings of his guitar.

For the past two hours, you’d been sat on his bed, watching as your boyfriend practiced the song he was writing. Sam enjoyed your feedback, and he adored how you gazed up at him lovingly.

He was sure if his mother wasn’t in the other room making dinner, he would be completely jamming out right now. But, Sam didn’t want to risk the scolding.

He couldn’t wait until you lived together.

When the song finished, he looked up from his guitar, smiling, “how was that? Any complaints?” Sam asked, eagerness seeping through his voice.