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𝔸𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝟜𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚 𖡡 ℂ-ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕒, 𝕆𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕
With Richard leading the way, we walked down the hall, the sounds of laughter and music from the lounge fading behind us. My heart was pounding in my chest, excitement, and nervousness blending into an intoxicating mix. Richard's hand was warm and reassuring.
He opened the door to his room and ushered me inside. The room was stylishly decorated, with a large bed taking up the right of the wall and a cozy seating area by the window. Unlike the lounge, his room looked out over the beach that was now bearly visible in the dark, creating an intimate ambiance. To the right of the entrance, there was the bathroom, behind a glass wall and door. A large bath stood, and next to it a waterfall shower. The glass was still covered in dampness from the shower he had taken earlier, and his towels were thrown to the ground.
Richard gestured for me to sit on the couch, and I did, feeling a little out of place. He disappeared for a moment, as my eyes caught one of his guitars leaning against a chair across the room. It was his ESP Fleunce guitar. The very model he has been playing with for years. The one with the burned look to it, the one he has been rocking with since two thousand and ten, if I recall correctly, I thought.
Richard returned with two fresh glasses and a bottle of wine. "A little more to drink?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Sure," I replied, my voice a bit shaky. He poured the wine and handed me a glass, our fingers brushing against each other. We sipped our wine in silence for a moment, the air between us charged with unspoken words. Finally, Richard broke the silence. "I didn't want to freak you out by inviting you here," he smiled as our eyes met. "But I know once Till starts playing those types of games, it wouldn't take long before he pulled his dick out," he laughed, "and you didn't seem ready for that quiet yet," he explained as my heart felt warm.
I couldn't help but laugh at Richard's comment, the tension easing as I realized he was looking out for me. "Thanks for the heads up," I said, my smile mirroring his. "I think I might need a bit more time before I'm ready for that level of 'truth or dare.'"
Richard chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. "I figured as much. Till can be a bit... unpredictable."
We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the sounds of the city and the distant crashing of waves creating a soothing background. Richard's presence was reassuring, and I felt my earlier nervousness dissipate. My eyes met his guitar once more as I wondered if it was the same one he had performed with today.
"Eying the guitar?" Richard began, setting his glass down on the coffee table. "Do you play?" he asked, and I shook my head. Richard smiled, his eyes sparkling with a new idea. "How about I teach you a bit of guitar?"
"Sure," I smiled, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I never even touched a guitar before, and he was a master. "I haven't played before. I'd love to learn, though. My uncle used to be in a small band, he always tried to convince my parents to teach me, but I was very young, you know?"
