[ his undivided attention is intense and despite her many, many lives, willa feels heat rise in her cheeks. she can't bear the indignity of blushing and so can't keep holding his unwavering gaze.
she reaches over to take his hand, sliding the mandolin into his lap at the same time before she presses the hand she is hold to the strings. she releases that hand, catches the other, holding it up to the neck and curling his hand around it. ]
Your turn.
[ carefully, she folds his fingers into the correct position on the neck, his hand covered her with own delicate fingers. ]
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she reaches over to take his hand, sliding the mandolin into his lap at the same time before she presses the hand she is hold to the strings. she releases that hand, catches the other, holding it up to the neck and curling his hand around it. ]
Your turn.
[ carefully, she folds his fingers into the correct position on the neck, his hand covered her with own delicate fingers. ]