With a soft sigh and only after leaving a tender kiss on his companionβs bare shoulder, Ari rolled over the bed as his hand reached to the bedside table, retrieving the small guitar he had left there the night of the ball. It wasnβt a fancy instrument, it could barely play the notes decently, as it was part of the halloween costume and not a professional instrument; but it had captivated him from the very beginning. That night had reminded him why he even had tried to make a name for himself in the show business a while ago; playing for the first time in four years had reminded him how much he missed it. Playing in front of someone was, in the chefβs opinion, something intimate, something he could only do with people he trusted. It came natural for him to grab the instrument as Addy lay on the bed next to him, it was obvious he trusted the blonde, he trusted her enough to take her back to his place, the roof he shared with his son. For once, he was thankful Arturo had decided to go spend the night with one of his classmates.
The male began playing some notes that quickly turned into a full-on melody, eyes traveling from the instrument to the journalist as he began singing along in spanish, quietly βΒΏA quΓ© te sabe el cafΓ©? ΒΏDe quΓ© lado de la cama duermes? ΒΏCuΓ‘l de tus pies es el primero en moverse al bailar?β a chuckle errupted then from his lips skilled fingers still playing the chords whilst his eyes focused on his companionΒ βGot any requests?"
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