Part 32

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I looked around the room. "Where did you get all this stuff?" It seemed like such a random assortment...


Andy grinned. "I've been hoarding it. This is where I spend the most time every day, trying to chill out, you know? Like my lair." He moved to get an acoustic guitar from leaning against the wall. Just looking at it, something told me it was expensive; though my gut told me I wasn't a musician, that I didn't know anything about musical instruments.


I fidgeted. "Is that guitar nice?"


Andy nodded. "Like everything else I've found, it seems brand new. I'm not the best guitarist, but I know, y'know, chords and stuff. I don't think I've played this much in years."


I smiled at him to put him at ease. "Hey, I can't play at all, I can just tell. So anything you can do will impress me. Go for it."


Andy's face turned a little pink as he strummed a few chords and fiddled with some kind of knob attached to the, er, neck. "Ok, this is called 'Saviour.'"


As soon as Andy started playing, I was certain I'd heard the song before. He had a smooth, baritone voice that complemented the melody nicely. I felt touched just hearing it, almost halfway transported to a memory.


It was also so intimate, to have Andy essentially serenading me. I felt my face heat up as I grew self-conscious of meeting his gaze and moved to watching his hands. That just led me to looking at his arms. Covered with tattoos and sporting some very masculine, starkly outlined vasculature, I really liked Andy's arms. They were so, uh...


My mind fogged. Andy was smiling gently at me, still singing, but now more softly. He sounded like some sort of old-time crooner. He was so handsome.


Andy finished, and laughed. "I'm not used to singing it like that, normally there's screaming at the end. This is like 'Saviour: Unplugged.' So, what did you think?"


I grinned. "I loved it!" Impulsively, I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.


Andy rolled his eyes at me, chuckling as he blatantly stared down my shirt and checked out my boobs. "Yeah, but did you remember anything?"


I felt my face get abruptly warm. "I think so, vaguely. But I got distracted."


Andy nodded knowingly, setting the guitar back against the wall. "I didn't realize it was so late. Did you want to try and make it back to your room before...y'know?"


For my part, I wasn't sure it had anything at all to do with Kama. "Nope."


Turns out yoga mats are good for more than just yoga.

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