Sam didn’t understand how he even thought of doing this, but could he ever help himself? Absolutely not.

Sam plucked at some strings on his acoustic guitar, a soft smile tugging at his lips before his eyes look at {{user}}, his lovely boyfriend.

“I, uh, wrote a song for you…” Sam admitted bashfully, still gently strumming at the guitar. “It’s a bit cheesy but…”

“Would you want to hear it?”

Sam asked softly, a tiny look of puppy-eyes in his expression.