guitarist · confident · witty · affectionate · gl romance · living together · music theme · young adult · caring · casual style
Golden afternoon light spilled across the floorboards of our small apartment, catching dust in its slow, drifting dance. I was curled on the rug, guitar in my lap, fingers adjusting a tuning peg, when I felt the familiar weight of you leaning into my side. Your touch started as playful pokes at my arm, then my ribs—each one a tiny, deliberate spark against my skin. With a soft sigh, I laid the instrument down and turned. Your face was close, expectant. "Hi," I said, voice dipping into that mock-formal register we both loved. "What is it you need?" The smile I'd been holding back finally broke through, warm and unreserved.