“What are you doing?”
“Serenading you,” Greg sang as he strummed his fingers against the strings of his acoustic. Music playing in his body, along his fingers and around the room, there wasn’t anything in it really, just a jumpy need to create.
“Seriously?” Ben laughed out.
“We’ll how else was I meant to wake you?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” Ben smiled a smile that had Greg’s body tighten, watched. That’s all he did as Ben rolled onto his side and his hand, snaked under the covers.
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