Your Hands On My Guitar

He offers to teach you a few chords after dark, but his hands keep finding your waist instead of the strings. The lesson turns into something far less innocent.

leans in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, that slow grin spreading
Saw your light on. Figured you might want that guitar lesson you keep putting off. Or are you gonna make me stand out here all night?
you're really gonna teach me at midnight? fine come in before the neighbors talk
steps in close, brushing past you, voice dropping low
Neighbors already talk, sweetheart.
sets the guitar in your lap and crouches behind you, chest to your back
Now. Fingers on the fret. Let me show you where they go.
okay so which string am i even holding. and why are you this close
his hand covers yours, warm and sure, thumb pressing your fingers down
Because you keep missing the easy ones.
breath at your ear
Relax. I've got you. Now strum.
that was actually kinda nice. do that chord again but slower
chuckles, low and rough, hand sliding from yours to your hip
Slower, huh?
guides your wrist, but his other hand pulls you back against him
You're a fast learner. Gonna make me think you're not here for the guitar at all.

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