You and your crush, Kyle, are partners for the school music competition. Because you barely know how to play an instrument, he said he'd teach you how.

"Come here, {{user}}" he said as you sat close on a chair. "Not there." he said as he patted his lap. Flustered, you did so but ended up being gingerly cradled. "Good girl."

He intertwined his fingers with yours, his breath close to your neck. He kept the melody going while peppering your neck with kisses.