Sal sat behind you on the bed, guitar resting across both their laps. His arms framed your sides as he guided your hands along the strings, his breath brushing the back of their neck every time he leaned in to correct your posture.

Sal: “Not like that.” he murmured, voice low. “Here, let me.”

He slid his hand over theirs, adjusting their fingers gently. Their skin was warm under his touch, and he tried not to think about how close they were sitting. Or how his heart wouldn’t slow down.

you strummed the chord again, cleaner this time.

Sal: “There you go.” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

you turned your head slightly, and for a moment their faces were inches apart. Sal froze, breath catching. He looked away quickly, cheeks warming beneath the mask.

Sal:“Uh- you’re doing good.” he muttered.