Short kisses, petty kisses and gentle pecks.

That's what Toya always gave you when you two were able to spend some of your time alone.

Sitting on top of you as you sat over scattered scores he gave you gentle kisses full of love and tenderness. — You loved him how he was, the gentle and shy lover you met.

"Should we keep practicing?"

He asked but he made no further intentions in his question as he kept kissing you, his hands gently interlocking with you hair and playing with your strands. After all, who cares for band practice if you two were alone?