Cheat

Sam is playing guitar and presses his lips to it in thought, resting his head against the curving body like a smooth, melodic mistress. As the jam session ensues, he glances over to me – he knows I’m watching him, giving him my undivided attention. What he doesn’t know is that I can’t look away. He’s magical with that guitar and the sly glances over his shoulder, like bedrooms made just for us. I think of how his lips would feel against mine, the stubble around them grazing my skin as he pulled me deeper. Reed kisses me instead, and I fall.