Lessons
It was only an indirect kiss. They only shared a cigarette. Never mind the dark look that Midvalley had shot him, a look full of lust and desire. Never mind his rapidly beating heart.
"Chapel."
"Don't call me that, you freak musician!"
"I bet you can sing really well."
"I've never tried. What's your point?"
"I just think that you and I could make beautiful music together. Come play with me. I'm a very good, patient teacher. But you will need to quit smoking." Midvalley strolled away, caressing Wolfwood in passing.
Wolfwood fumbled with his cigarette, taking several deep drags.