Page 80 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

Hmm.

I felt his eyes on me, and glanced up at him. He looked curious.

“Can you tilt the top of your head that way?” I gestured with my digital pencil.

He tilted.

“Good. Now tip your head back?”

He tipped.

“Perfect.” My gaze flicked between the line of his jaw and my depiction of it as I carefully reshaped the left edge. “Damn, you’re pretty.”

He snorted.

I couldn’t suppress a smile.

“What do Muddy Buddies taste like?” he asked.

My forehead creased. “You made them but didn’t taste them?”

“They were for you.”

I rolled my eyes, but held out the bowl. “Jas, I have a twin sister. I’m used to sharing everything. You can even borrow my deodorant and toothbrush. I don’t care.”

He chuckled, taking a handful of the treat and popping one in his mouth. “Mmm. Pretty good.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t had these. These are basically my childhood.” I continued adding and tweaking the colors while snacking. “Our nanny would make them secretly, and we’d have to eat the whole bag before our parents were home from work.

“My childhood was a long time ago.”

“We’re not discussing your age, remember?”

He laughed, and my smile returned. “Did your parents keep you on a healthy diet like mine did?”

“Nah. Growing shifters are like bottomless pits. We ate anything and everything. Can I move my head yet?”

“Hmm?” I glanced up, and realized he was still holding the pose. “Oh, yeah. Like five minutes ago. Sorry.”

“I’m having flashbacks to the time you told me you burn food a lot.”

“Not a lot. Just sometimes. Timers need to learn how to set themselves when I’m cooking. And for the record, you totally burned those pancakes that one time.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever burned food on accident.”

“On accident?” My voice raised, though I didn’t look up from my drawing.

“I always leave popcorn in the microwave for an extra thirty seconds, so it gets just a little burnt.”

“Wow, you really like to live on the edge.”

“Mmhm.”

I looked up at him, narrowing my eyes as I tried to adjust the way the light hit him in my drawing. “Lean forward a bit, and turn your head that way?” I pointed in the opposite direction from before.

He leaned, and turned.

“You’re a good model. Ever thought about posing for a book cover? Authors pay way too much money for exclusive pictures of guys as gorgeous as you. You could probably make a thousand bucks a picture. More, if you found the right photographer.”

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