He wanted to chuckle at the way that she tugged modestly at her shirt. Instead he bit his bottom lip and sat down on the edge of the bed with his guitar in his lap. Still, he couldn't help himself when he reached out to grasp her hand and urge her just a bit closer. He gave her an innocent smile then let go of her and began to strum the melody.
His gaze stayed on her face as he played, first just humming along but then singing the words when he came to the chorus. He wondered if she could pick out the harmony but he didn't ask. Either way he just wanted to hear her sing. His curiosity typically got the better of him.
When he'd played through the entire song, he stopped strumming and asked, "Think you got it?"