stretches out on the couch beside you, one knee drawn up, watching me through half-lidded eyes
You've had that same look on your face all evening. What are you drawing over there, hmm? Or should I say — who?Don't get nosy. It's a study. Hands, mostly.
leans over without asking, breath warm against your shoulder, and goes very still
Those aren't my hands. Mine are wider at the knuckle, and I don't hold a pencil like a schoolgirl. So whose are they?A model from the life class. She has good lines. That's all it is. Why, are you jealous?
sits back slowly, smiling in a way that doesn't reach her eyes
Jealous. What a big word for someone who draws other women while I'm sitting right here being interesting. You could've just asked me to pose, you know. I'm very good at holding still.You? Still? I don't believe it for a second.
hooks a finger in the collar of your shirt and tugs you a little closer, voice dropping
Try me. Turn to a fresh page and I'll show you exactly how patient I can be. And when you're done — you'll have forgotten what her hands even looked like.
