Your Kiss

Chapter 5: Sing

I woke up early in the morning. It was already 9AM and I had an hour before Collei arrived in my room. I cleaned up my room before going to bed last night so I didn’t have to worry about that when I woke up. I also made my bed so fast. I wanted to finish showering in a few minutes so that I could prepare more and more about what I should wear and what style I was going to use. I was also contemplating myself if I should really put this much effort into a boy, and I thought, yeah, I should.

At 9:50AM, someone knocked on my door. It was one of the hotel staff. “Excuse me, Mr. Degamo? Someone’s waiting for you down the hall. A guy named Collei Autrich is looking for you,” he said. I suddenly had the urge to be nervous walking the hallways.

When we arrived downstairs, there he was. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts that match with his overall aura. He had his guitar laying on his lap as he stood up and carried it, running towards me as he saw me. He smiled when I approached me.

“Hi,” he said as he offered his hand to shake it. He had a smile that shines more than the sun. He made his guitar case a bag as he put it behind his back as he approached me with his hand. I accepted his hand and shook it.

“Hi, do you want to come into my room?” I asked him. We planned on making our guitar sessions in my room so we can have a lot more space to learn from. He agreed and so we walked across the hallway and I opened my room to let him inside.

My room was the color of beige and with minimalism designs. I also had a painting. It was painted by my sister when I turned 13. I also had a night stand with a few books that were laying on top of it. I had a carpet that was made of fur and also, the window that was facing the whole beach that we were just swimming at. “What do you think?” I asked him when he entered. He looked around in amazement as to how big my room was. Actually, my room here is bigger than my room back home.

“Wow, your room is big like big big. You could fit a whole elephant in this thing. How to be the next you, Axton?” he mocked me as we laughed and talked about before we remembered why we were in this room just the two of us.

“So, what song do you want to learn?” he asked me. I thought for a second and when I couldn’t find an answer, I asked him. “What songs do you know? I don’t wanna learn something that my teacher doesn’t know anything about,” I laughed a little bit and he laughed too.

“What about Mr. Lover man?” I asked him. He looked confused. Maybe he confuses it with another Mr. Lover man songs out there. “by Rick Montgomery,” I added. He then looked as if he remembered Rick all of a sudden. He started unzipping his black guitar bag and took out his guitar.

“It’s a heavy coincidence, but I just fully learned it yesterday,” he told me. He started strumming his guitar as I looked amazed as his fingers explored the depths of the guitar strings. The time it took and the months of practice it would have taken is phenomenal.

“So, how can I play that? Can you teach me?” I asked him. He put the guitar on my lap. “Sit on my lap,” he said. I suddenly blushed. Is he even serious about what he’s saying right now. I just wanna learn guitar, not do this.

“Don’t mean this sexually, Axton. I can easily control your fingers if I am right behind you,” he said. I agreed so I sat on his lap. He held my hands. I felt his soft fingers and his strong grips on my body. He was always looking at the guitar that was on my arms.

“How do I play it?” I asked him. He guided my hands to the strings as if he was controlling every single bit of me with his hands. But wait, he was. He started pushing my fingers to certain strings as if he wanted me to stick it to never let them go.

“Don’t let them go. Take a good grip,” he told me as he held my right hand, keeping my left hand firmly holding the strings. He started strumming the guitar strings using my fingers. He started humming the song in between the strums.

“Playing guitar is very tricky since you have to keep changing the placement of your left fingers. So—” he cut himself off as he moved my fingers but still used my fingers to strum. I kind of hear it now, the Mr Lover man song. I felt like I was actually playing a guitar.

“Let’s make a duet, shall we?” he said as he started humming the song while still controlling my fingers. He started singing the song and I followed right behind him. He started strumming the guitar even faster in the chorus, and moving my fingers a bit faster.

“And I miss my lover man,” he sang as he looked at me, waiting for the line I was supposed to sing in our duet. He continued strumming the guitar waiting for my part and I suddenly remembered it.

“My lover man,” I sang and then he sang the melody. I looked over at him. He looked too handsome when he sang. He was closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see how much I truly like him, looking over at him. We continued singing and he told me he would come back tomorrow so that I can play Mr. Lover man by myself in the future.