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#2 things you said through your teeth

I sit in the very back corner of class for a very specific reason. The reason being that I’m in a figure drawing class, you know that class where you draw naked people, and I for one, plan to stay as far away from the naked people as I possibly can. After all, drawing naked strangers is awkward enough without you sitting less than a foot away from them. 

Class starts, and Professor Hanji waltzes through the door, A tall, robed man following in their wake. I perk up as I get a good look at the model. He’s different than our usual pickings, given that the vast majority of our models have been older dudes eager to show off their bodies for attention and the meager pay our school doles out to models. 

As is routine, he sits on the stool at the front of class and takes off his robe. And suddenly I’m starting to second guess my “sit as far away as possible” policy.

I mean the man is is absolutely gorgeous. Dark brown hangs in front of his deep brown eyes and constellations of freckles adorn his body. I can’t even pick up my charcoal to draw, he’s so stunning. His eyes scan the classroom and land on me. I feel a shiver up my spine as our eyes meet and he gives a small, shy smile. Fuck. 

I have no idea how I do it, but i manage to shakily sketch out his form. It’s probably some of the worst work I’ve ever done, but there’s something about this guy that makes me feel wide open, as if all my thoughts and faults and dreams are out on display for the world to see. He may have been in the nude, but I feel completely and utterly naked. 

I don’t know what it is, maybe the fact that this guy has me in a total daze, but something makes me linger after class ends. I pack up my stuff as slowly as I can, letting my class mates trickle out as the model gets off the stool. Finally, it’s just him and me, so I start walking slowly towards the door. 

He bends over to pick up his robe, giving me a perfect view of his perfect, freckled ass. 

“Fuck me,” I say through my teeth. 

“What was that?” the freckled Adonis turns towards me, still nude. 

“I said uh- uh,” fuck “I said hang out with me… sometime”. I scratch the back of my head, “I mean I’d love to draw you again”. 

“Yeah?” Adonis grins, and I swear, my heart has just joined the U.S. Olympics Gymnastics team because it is doing some impressive ass flips. 

“Y-yeah,” i nod, “You’ve got a great, uh, form”. 

“Thanks,” he gives me another of his heart stopping grins. 

“Soo,” I look at the ground and take a deep breath before saying, “when are you free?”

“Does right now work?” He asks as he puts on his robe. 

I look up and our eyes meet yet again, “Yeah,” I breathe, “Yeah it does”. 

We walk out of the classroom together.