• "You know how to play?" His head pointed towards the guitar.
    "No. I'm not really good with instruments."
    He grinned, coming to sit next to me. I handed him the guitar, but he shook his head. Instead, he wrapped his arms over my mine. Hot, rigid air came from Rylon's mouth, sliding over my neck. My skin prickled as the air dispersed. I could feel an edginess in his motions.
    He placed his fingers over mine. He trembled as he came into contact. My heart started throbbing as he his skin touched mine, feeling electricity through our touch. My body was heating.
    Rylon placed my fingers in the right positions on the neck of the guitar. "Your fingers should be here." The whisper of his voice snaked over my shoulder, making me feel like I could melt.
    His mouth was right up to my ear, sounding nervous. Barely touching my skin he moved my hand.
    "And your arm should go like this."
    He made me hold my elbow right to cradle the guitar. Feeling the heat of his touch his fingers danced over my elbow.
    I could tell he was getting a bit more comfortable. Lingering over me turned into a delicate perception.
    Rylon gently grabbed my hand that was over the strings. He held it up, guiding my finger tips over the strings, letting the music bounce off my fingers and to the open air. The sound was peaceful and harmonious. The tremor of his breath smother my neck.
    I felt his smile grow weak and his small laugh enter the air. Our eyes locked. Melting into each other. I could feel the intensity coming from both of us.
    Rylon looked a bit scared, afraid to do anything. My breathing rose deep. Our faces came closer, lungs becoming uneven. Lips locked as his hot breath seeped into mine, our tongues dancing. Pure ecstasy elapsed into my body as his lips touched. They were like soft satin against chapped sandpaper. Firm and safe. And the warmth from them made my body enervated.
    My hold surrendered the guitar, seeping my fingers into his hair. The guitar clang to the floor as I let it go. Rylon placed his hands on my hip, leaning closer to me. There was no air in between us. Nothing blocking us apart. The feeling that I got from his lips wasn't just cheesy fireworks going off. It was like stars were exploding in the galaxy, the moon had turned a bright neon pink, everything that was dying just had revived.
    His heated arms were wrapped around me. Keeping me content. Away from harms way. I felt like I knew this place before. I was glad to be back.