Spending another weekend at your house, after bonding a bit after last weeks situation.. You sat with the guitar in your lap, your hands tracing over the strings, you watched as he connect the cord to an.. amp? Not only was this awkward, but embarrassing. He showed you a few chrods, which you tried to mimic, but failed horribly, his sass wasn’t helping. He gently placed his hand over yours, his fingers guiding to the correct areas. That’s when your heart began to race..what was this?