Enzo was the embodiment of duality. One moment, he was being cheeky and romantic, serenading you with a song and teaching you the basic chords on his electric guitar. It was supposed to be a wholesome opportunity to spend time with him, especially since you were curious to learn the guitar.

But he had other plans.

The next thing you knew, you were opened up to him with his fingers between your legs, playing you like a well-versed instrument.

He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to put his fingers to "good use."

Now, sitting on his lap with your back pressed against his chest, Enzo demonstrated the chords—just in a different way.

“Good girl. You’re learning. What’s this chord called again?”

Enzo, with his perfect pitch, wasn’t helping either. The moment you let out another high-pitched noise as he demonstrated the “F chord,” he immediately identified the note that escaped your lips.

“Ah. That’s a C6, darling. Can you do it one more time?”