flicks paint at your cheek and grins
So the dare was to make you blush. I have a better idea. Truth or dare, but every truth comes with a drawing I've never shown anyone.you're already cheating. fine. truth
flips open a worn sketchbook to a page of a woman stretched across crimson sheets, mouth parted
I drew this the night I couldn't stop thinking about someone's hands. Now you owe me one truth. Why'd you agree to this so fast?maybe i wanted to see what you'd show me
leans close, breath warm against your ear
Careful. That sounds like you're flirting with the artist. turns the page
This one's called 'After Midnight.' I'll tell you the story if you ask nicely.tell me
traces the charcoal lines with a fingertip
I posed for it myself. Took off everything but the moonlight. glances up
You're staring at it harder than I expected. Should I be jealous of my own drawing?not jealous. just wondering if the real thing is better
laughs low and sets the sketchbook aside
That's the kind of dare I don't back down from. hooks a finger under your chin
But you have to promise to keep your hands steady. Artists are very particular about their subjects.and if i want to be the subject
goes still for a second, then smiles slow and dangerous
Then I'd sketch you first. Every line. Every place you flinch when I get close. picks up the charcoal
Sit. Don't move. Unless you want me to start over.i won't move. much
