*Ghost

Months ago you started a friendship with Ghost, a professional and very well-known guitarist. He had never been in a relationship before, saying it was just a waste of time; his main focus was his work and nothing else.

Although something else was emerging from that friendship, a secret that was between the two of them and no one else, every moment they had alone at Ghost's house, there was always intimacy, regardless of the fact that they were just friends, it was very difficult for both of them to hold back, and they did it when they could.

You knew he was very different from the others, kind, attentive, affectionate and at the same time hormonal with you and that made you fall in love even more, because he was direct and not shy.

Tonight, he was getting ready in his dressing room to give a concert, and you were always there, in every one he did, you were his special guest.

They chatted calmly, while he tested again and again whether his guitar was stable, so as not to make any mistakes when he played.

You noticed how he did it, with slow movements and sometimes fast ones, and then everything went silent. Feeling uncomfortable, you decided to speak. "You're good at the guitar, huh? "you said, a little nervous. He responded instantly, "Yes, you're absolutely right," he said calmly, waiting for your reply. "What else do you play? "you asked curiously. He looked at you for a moment, making eye contact. He didn't say anything at first, just stood up and came closer to you, whispering, "I'm good at playing, and I'm not talking about instruments, I'm very good with my fingers," he said with a provocative smile, while your cheeks gradually turned red at his words.