Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,37

wanting to believe he had totally checked me out, but I swore his eyes had wandered over my neck, over my robe, down to my bare legs and feet. It wasn’t a few times either. It was multiple times.

“Okay. Deal. I won’t even charge you. I feel like we’ve upped our level of friendship somehow, given that we are both in this room, practically naked.”

He laughed, and we shared an amused look.

“I want something that represents me. Something abstract. Nothing too serious. Unless you want to draw me naked? I’ll take that too.”

I coughed out a laugh and averted my stare. I wanted to tell him that had been the first thought that reined in my head.

I’d drawn male figures in the naked form before, but those people I didn’t know. Those people had been strangers. This would be totally different, especially since I was attracted to him.

When I didn’t respond, he said, “I’m kidding, Charlie. We’ve crossed all kinds of boundaries today. That would be a whole separate and new level of boundary crossed that I don’t think HR would approve of. You know what? Draw one for Nana too. She has all these scenic paintings in her room, or actually … I’ll actually take that one of the guy with his penis hanging out. Nana has a funny sense of humor that way.”

The way he talked about his nana made my heart full.

I loved how he cared about his nana’s diet, cared about what she thought, cared about everything about her. How he was thoughtful even though she wasn’t in the room. It was endearing. And sweet. And made me realize he was more of a family guy than he led himself or others to believe.

“And this …” He made his way toward an abstract sculpture that was half the size of my body on top of a pedestal in the corner. To be honest, it was hideous.

“Yeah, I think I should stick to painting.”

“Whatever it is, it’s interesting.”

The sculpture was made from plastilina clay, which was a sculpting clay. The figure was supposed to be a stick-figure model raising her hands to the ceiling. Her arms pointed to the sky.

I stood and followed him to the figure, remembering that day in class when I had been having the most difficult time getting the clay to move and form where I wanted it to. “I thought I was an artist, so that meant I could do it all. Nope. This sculpture obviously proves that.”

“Shh. It’s interesting. Is she pointing to the sky?” He touched the slender part of her arms. “Is she supposed to be holding something?”

“Nope. Those are her fingers.” Which looked like she had Cheetos in her hands.

“Oh.” He laughed.

“Yep. And this right here was supposed to be her elbow.” My fingers touched at the place where her elbow should be if the clay had cooperated. She was supposed to be worshipping, and it just looked like she was standing weird, as though someone had punched her and she was screaming for help.

A chuckle escaped him. “And this?” He touched her midsection. “What is this?”

“That’s supposed to be her stomach, but the clay dropped a little, so it looks like she has testicles.” I giggled.

“And this?” He poked at her neck.

The statue teetered, and a series of events happened as though it were in slow motion.

As we both stepped forward to steady the statue, we bumped into each other, knocking the statue over. We both bent down to catch it but failed as the statue teetered over, fell to the floor, and cracked in two. In the process, my robe flew open, and somehow, his towel got undone. We tumbled to the floor in one heaping mess, his naked body on top of mine.

“Omigod! Omigod!” I pushed at his chest, and he stilled above me, eyes wide, as though he was in shock. His penis was on my thigh. “Connor!”

He stood, but the towel was gone. I watched his impressive wanger swing from side to side as he extended his hand to help me up, but too bad my robe was wide open, and he was blatantly staring.

I tore my stare away from his cock and wrapped my robe around myself. But when I turned to my side to get up, the back of my robe was bunched up, and it exposed my bare ass. I groaned, pulling it down.

What did Connor do?

He simply laughed.

“Ugh.” I had no words.

“Don’t tell HR about that one,” he joked.

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