Page 95 of I Blame the Rival

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

A blush stains her cheeks as she snatches up my sketchbook and scurries over to jump back under the covers. Her long legs brush against mine as she awkwardly fumbles back into bed.

“I didn’t want to be uncomfortable in my clothes. I hope you don’t mind.”

Her choice of words make me pause.

Turning over, I peer over the edge of the bed and spy the pile of discarded clothes on my floor. It doesn’t take me long to spot the floral panties peeking out from the crumpled skinny jeans. I let out a quiet groan, replaying the image of my shirt brushing the top of her thighs.

“You shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Are you mad?”

“No.” I blow out a breath, trying to keep my morning wood from becoming a real one, “My shirt fits you perfectly.”

“You fit me perfectly.”

Before I can react, Lacey steals my pillow and uses it to prop herself up. My head falls flat against the mattress but I’m too busy staring at the loose material covering her naked body to notice.

I want to peek so badly.

“Here you go.” She thrusts the sketchbook at me and I take it, trying to tear my gaze away from the teasing outline of her breasts.

“What am I doing?”

“Art charades.” She grins, tugging my arm until I’m sitting up beside her, “I’m going to describe something and you have to draw it.”

“Do I get a hint of what it’s supposed to look like?”

“Of course not. That would ruin the game.”

A huff of laughter slips out as I unclip the mechanical pencil from my sketchbook. Turning to a fresh page, I give her a nod of approval.

“Ready.”

“Okay, let’s start with two circles.”

I start to draw, letting my pencil spoil the clean surface of the paper.

“One is dark, the other is light. Shade in the dark one to be textured, like it’s an endless number of layers that could go on forever. The other one should be bright, like how it feels when the sun finally escapes the clouds.”

“How big are these circles?”

Lacey purses her lips, “Not big. Like a couple of quarters, maybe?”

I adjust accordingly and wait for the next round of instructions.

“Okay. So, these two circles are inside a bigger one.” She forms the shape with her hands, “Like this, but bigger. A little sharper too.”

I stare back at her, deadpan, “You want me to draw a sharp circle.”

She laughs, “That’s right. Don’t question my logic.”

“Okay.”

We keep going for an indefinite amount of time, Lacey’s specific descriptions making it easy to follow along. Eventually she peeks over at my progress and claps in excitement.

“We’re almost there! Okay, this is the most important part. I want you to draw two orange slices tilted upward… No. More curved. Picture a crescent moon, but one that’s sideways.”

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