Keegan legitimately music to your ears.

The way his hands glide through the fret board — his fingers on the strings - it was..hot, for lack of better words. He smiled at you, knowing what he was doing. His sleeve rolled up, and his veins on display made your mouth water.

"You breathin' okay, my little fox?" He teased, a lazy smirk on his precious face. "You look..red." He chuckles, going back to playing "505" by Artic Monkeys.