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"
I
want
you
to
play
me
like
a
cello
.
"
I
started
to
protest
that
this
made
no
sense
,
but
then
I
realized
it
made
perfect
sense
.
I
went
to
my
closet
and
grabbed
one
of
my
spare
bows
.
"
Take
off
your
shirt
,
"
I
said
,
my
voice
quavering
.
Adam
did
.
As
thin
as
he
was
,
he
was
surprisingly
built
.
I
could
’
ve
spent
twenty
minutes
staring
at
the
contours
and
valleys
of
his
chest
.
But
he
wanted
me
closer
.
I
wanted
me
closer
.
I
sat
down
next
to
him
on
the
bed
so
his
long
body
was
stretched
out
in
front
of
me
.
The
bow
trembled
as
I
placed
it
on
the
bed
.
I
reached
with
my
left
hand
and
caressed
Adam
’
s
head
as
if
it
were
the
scroll
of
my
cello
.
He
smiled
again
and
closed
his
eyes
.
I
relaxed
a
little
.
I
fiddled
with
his
ears
as
though
they
were
the
string
pegs
and
then
I
playfully
tickled
him
as
he
laughed
softly
.
I
placed
two
fingers
on
his
Adam
’
s
apple
.
Then
,
taking
a
deep
breath
for
courage
,
I
plunged
into
his
chest
.
I
ran
my
hands
up
and
down
the
length
of
his
torso
,
focusing
on
the
sinews
in
his
muscles
,
assigning
each
one
a
string
—
A
,
G
,
C
,
D
.
I
traced
them
down
,
one
at
a
time
,
with
the
tip
of
my
fingers
.
Adam
got
quiet
then
,
as
if
he
were
concentrating
on
something
.
I
reached
for
the
bow
and
brushed
it
across
his
hips
,
where
I
imagined
the
bridge
of
the
cello
would
be
.
I
played
lightly
at
first
and
then
with
more
force
and
speed
as
the
song
now
playing
in
my
head
increased
in
intensity
.
Adam
lay
perfectly
still
,
little
groans
escaping
from
his
lips
.
I
looked
at
the
bow
,
looked
at
my
hands
,
looked
at
Adam
’
s
face
,
and
felt
this
surge
of
love
,
lust
,
and
an
unfamiliar
feeling
of
power
.
I
had
never
known
that
I
could
make
someone
feel
this
way
.
When
I
finished
,
he
stood
up
and
kissed
me
long
and
deep
.
"
My
turn
,
"
he
said
.
He
pulled
me
to
my
feet
and
started
by
slipping
the
sweater
over
my
head
and
edging
down
my
jeans
.
Then
he
sat
down
on
the
bed
and
laid
me
across
his
lap
.
At
first
Adam
did
nothing
except
hold
me
.
I
closed
my
eyes
and
tried
to
feel
his
eyes
on
my
body
,
seeing
me
as
no
one
else
ever
had
.
Then
he
began
to
play
.
He
strummed
chords
across
the
top
of
my
chest
,
which
tickled
and
made
me
laugh
.
He
gently
brushed
his
hands
,
moving
farther
down
.
I
stopped
giggling
.
The
tuning
fork
intensified
—
its
vibrations
growing
every
time
Adam
touched
me
somewhere
new
.
After
a
while
he
switched
to
more
of
a
Spanish
-
style
,
fingerpicking
type
of
playing
.
He
used
the
top
of
my
body
as
the
fret
board
,
caressing
my
hair
,
my
face
,
my
neck
.
He
plucked
at
my
chest
and
my
belly
,
but
I
could
feel
him
in
places
his
hands
were
nowhere
near
.
As
he
played
on
,
the
energy
magnified
;
the
tuning
fork
going
crazy
now
,
firing
off
vibrations
all
over
,
until
my
entire
body
was
humming
,
until
I
was
left
breathless
And
when
I
felt
like
I
could
not
take
it
one
more
minute
,
the
swirl
of
sensations
hit
a
dizzying
crescendo
,
sending
every
nerve
ending
in
my
body
on
high
alert
.
