Page 70 of The Best Friend Power Play

I try to soften my expression. "There. Better?"

"Uh, sure."

Whoa.

What is with me, and why did I get all Caveman Culver about Slater stating a simple truth? Hannah is smoking hot.

"Sorry," I mumble, feeling a little foolish.

"That's cool, man," Slater says, exchanging knowing glances with the others. "So, what's next on her list?"

11

Hannah

It's Thursday night, Culver's back, and we're checking off another item on my hot girl summer list.

Originally, I was meant to do this life drawing class with Evie, but something came up at the stadium, and she couldn't make it.

Culver, being a good sport, agreed to come along at the last minute.

"So, how does this work?" he asks, adjusting his easel. "Are we painting fruit or a vase of flowers?"

"Uh, no," I say, getting comfortable on my stool. "I told you, this is a life drawing class."

"Yeah, and fruits and vases are a part of life, aren't they?"

I giggle. "Are you playing with me, or do you really not know?"

"Not know what?"

I giggle again. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. What?"

"A life drawing class is where we draw the human body." I lean over. "From a live model."

"A live model?"

"Yes. They're usually naked so you can study the human form?—"

His jaw drops. "Naked?" I nod. "Define naked."

"Would you like the Oxford or Merriam-Webster definition?"

He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing at the front of the room. "You mean to tell me that there is going to be a naked person standing less than ten feet away from us?"

"Uh-huh. Is there a problem?"

"No. I…I guess not. Are you okay with it?"

I inspect the brushes laid out in a few jars on a small table between us. "I am."

"How are you okay with it?"

I shrug. "It's just a body, Culver. And it's art. A lot of art features the naked body. It's really no big deal."

A brief pause.

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