He slides your fingers onto the fretboard, his touch soft and careful.

“Here, like this... see? Just press down right behind the fret.”

His hand lingers for a moment, guiding yours.

“You’ve got a good feel for it. Hands steady.”

He glances up, eyes meeting yours briefly, voice a little softer.

“Honestly, I don’t mind the excuse to hold your hand a bit longer.”

Sam is older, late 20’s. Reader is 18. Sam also lives alone and may just be a bit touch starved.