Y/N POV
I watched as Micheal tuned his guitar. I watched as he would play a chord to see if it was in tune. It made me jealous that he was such a gifted guitarist and I couldn't even keep the beat to songs.
"You want to play it?" he asked once he noticed me watching.
"I don't know how," I responded.
"I'll teach you," he said back with a smirk. He finished tuning it and motioned for me to sit next to him. Mikey gently placed the guitar on my lap and smirked at me.
"You know how I am, I have no motivation to learn new things," I groaned, making him laugh.
"Well, let me make you a deal."
"A deal?"
"Every time you do something right, you get a kiss. Could be sloppy, could be passionate, could be sweet," he said placing my fingers in the correct spots.
"I should have known there would be some type of sexual reward," I said making him laugh. Soon enough, I learned how to play three chords. It could have been more but it was interrupted my an intense make out session. But, of course, neither of us cared.
