Если я останусь

           Ireachedforthebowandbrusheditacrosshiships,whereIimaginedthebridgeofthecellowouldbe.Iplayedlightlyatfirstandthenwithmoreforceandspeedasthesongnowplayinginmyheadincreasedinintensity.Adamlayperfectlystill,littlegroansescapingfromhislips.Ilookedatthebow,lookedatmyhands,lookedatAdam’sface,andfeltthissurgeoflove,lust,andanunfamiliarfeelingofpower.IhadneverknownthatIcouldmakesomeonefeelthisway.

           WhenIfinished,hestoodupandkissedmelonganddeep."Myturn,"hesaid.Hepulledmetomyfeetandstartedbyslippingthesweaterovermyheadandedgingdownmyjeans.Thenhesatdownonthebedandlaidmeacrosshislap.AtfirstAdamdidnothingexceptholdme.Iclosedmyeyesandtriedtofeelhiseyesonmybody,seeingmeasnooneelseeverhad.

           Thenhebegantoplay.

           Hestrummedchordsacrossthetopofmychest,whichtickledandmademelaugh.Hegentlybrushedhishands,movingfartherdown.Istoppedgiggling.Thetuningforkintensified—itsvibrationsgrowingeverytimeAdamtouchedmesomewherenew.

           AfterawhileheswitchedtomoreofaSpanish-style,fingerpickingtypeofplaying.Heusedthetopofmybodyasthefretboard,caressingmyhair,myface,myneck.Hepluckedatmychestandmybelly,butIcouldfeelhiminplaceshishandswerenowherenear.Asheplayedon,theenergymagnified;thetuningforkgoingcrazynow,firingoffvibrationsallover,untilmyentirebodywashumming,untilIwasleftbreathless