Her hands went down a bit further and she gasped, not realizing where she'd actually ended up touching. Gabriella chewed on her lip, looking up at Henry, as she felt the leather pants and her breathing started to get a bit bad.
"No," she managed, "not my ankle... try again."
She sat where he told her to, and watched him play, eyes shut just for a minute to actually listen and appreciate the music, and then when she opened them, all she saw was Henry's guitar and...
Gabriella gulped, staring pretty blatantly, and somehow the combination of the music, the guitar, the leather, and Henry made her really understand how badly a groupie would do anything just to have a rock star touch them. "You look great... I mean, the music is great," she corrected herself, leaning forward a little bit.