Page 120 of Catch Me
“Really?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’ll be peaceful.”
“Oh, it will be, but there’s something about you that I like.”
“My abs.”
“They’re definitely a bonus. I may or may not have drooled over your calves in the tent too.”
He laughed and dropped his face onto my shoulder. I held him close and gripped his hand again as I began to sway with him. Surprisingly, he didn’t complain about dancing with me.
“You also smell good,” I went on.
“Mm. Anything else?”
“When I get you to smile and laugh, it feels like an accomplishment because you have a personal vendetta against those things. I really like your hair. I bet it’d be really nice if you grew it out.” Moving my hand upward, I felt the soft waves. “Hearing you talk about art and watching you draw have become two of my favorite things.”
He lifted his head and met my eyes. “They have?”
The intensity I saw in his expression made my movements falter. “Why else would I always want to see what you’re working on?”
“Because you’re polite.”
It was impossible not to frown. “I love being able to experience you creating things. Your mind is fascinating, Roman, and the way you can turn the world into art blows me away. If you let me, I’d watch every time you pick up that tablet.”
“You can.”
My heart was going to explode. He used to make it a point to shut off his screen when I came around.
“If you’re in the mood now...” I trailed off.
“I’m always in the mood to draw.”
“Right. You have no life.”
He rolled his eyes before he let go of my hand and headed toward the house. Tessa followed him, and when she dropped the ball on the deck, I sighed. I hadn’t been paying attention to her, so she’d shredded the thing. Dogs were perpetual toddlers.
When I stepped inside, I saw Roman sitting on the island. Instead of his tablet, he had an actual sketchpad in his hands. It was strange to see, but it made him look like an honest to god artist, and I was into it.
“I’ve never seen you draw with a pencil,” I noted.
He didn’t look up from the paper when he smiled. “For anything important, I draw it on paper. Nothing can beat that. I just upload the sketch and finish it digitally.”
“Huh. That’s cool. What are you gonna draw?”
He gave me an incredulous look, then jerked his chin toward the cabinet opposite him.
“How am I gonna watch you if I’m your subject?” I asked.
“From afar.”
“Fine, but I demand an up close and personal session at some point.”
His eyes rolled again, but he didn’t respond. With a huff, I leaned against the counter. After a second, I stripped out of my shirt and tossed it at him, which drew his eyes to me.
“Ever drawn a nude model?”
