“I always knew when you were around.” My voice went soft. “So, I figured if he wasn’t interested . . . I’d try to show you a guy who was.” She blinked, slowly processing all of it. “You’re saying you learned to play the guitar, because you wanted to . . . fuck me?” My chest expanded with a deep breath, and I rubbed the pads of my fingers against my forehead. “Okay, so it doesn’t sound great when you say it like that.”
