Propmt: Guitar


I didn't like her at all. Her for was perfectly shaped, covered in a glossy black. Her long neck was covered in silver strings, looking beautiful like nothing I had ever seen. I watched as his hand moved over her slowly, ignoring me, sliding over her curves like no tomorrow.

And then he started to play her. She made the most amazing sounds, something I could never do.

I am his girlfriend, so why are his hands all over her while I'm sitting right beside him on the couch? Why isn't he touching me in such a loving way?

But then again, I guess it's also my fault. I could leave, but watching his calloused hands fascinated me, and the notes flowing from her were intoxicating. I was entranced and couldn't help myself.

Fucking guitar.