he pulls the guitar in front of me and wraps his other arm around me until he 's holding it in position . he pulls it closer , which pushes me flush against him . ridge reaches down to his side and picks up his phone . ridge : i 'm going to play a chord , and i want you to tell me where you feel it . i nod , and he brings his hand back to the
guitar

the guy who was n't finn . i mean , he was nice and all , but we had n't talked much . he was cute . really , really cute . he had the same lightly tanned skin and dark hair that most men of spanish descent had and dark brown eyes . there were tons of muscles and a few tattoos , just like
finn

meintjies ' attention was drawn to a finely detailed picture of tooth and jaw anatomy on the wall . he stepped closer and inspected it minutely . `` hmmmm , '' he said , and turned back to the forceps drawer . after a moment of contemplation he picked one and returned to the picture , studying it once more . he held the forceps up next to the

picture