#Chapter37

The sound of strumming strings from his guitar had me smiling as I lay on his bed eyes closed face up, hands behind my head, my feet hanging off the bed swinging randomly. He at the other end fixing his guitar which is resting on his thighs.

“What are you playing? It's beautiful.” Twisting my body to the side facing him I plop my chin on my fist. He pauses adjusting the strings before starting again trying to get a perfect harmony from the tempo.

“Just something I’ve been working on.” He replies his fingers playing at the strings. I admire him looking casual and relaxed not the front...