"No, baby, it's," Bruce paused, playing a couple of notes on his acoustic guitar before handing it back to you. Bruce, your boyfriend, was teaching you guitar. He loved playing guitar, he loved you, it was a perfect mix. "Here, try it again." He said as he handed guitar back to you, his now free hands snaking around your waist. He placed his chin on your shoulder as he waited for you to play.

It was a lounge day, you didn't have work, and Bruce didn't have any tours. You two were sat in bed.