Page 21 of Hard Rock Sin
"Time it and you'll see." He shoved his phone back in his pocket. He nodded towards the papers on my bed. "I thought you weren't taking art classes this summer."
He noticed my sketches. Some of the papers were covered with small lilies, a design I'd been drawing since I was old enough to hold a pencil.
I flushed when I realized what else I'd been absentmindedly doodling.
Cameron on stage. Sketches of his eyes shining, his hair flying everywhere as he played his heart out. Sketches of his fingers against the strings of his bass guitar. Sketches of his mouth tilted in that familiar smirk that sent my stomach fluttering.
I quickly gathered the papers and shuffled them, not wanting him to see.
"I was just taking a study break. I felt like my eyeballs were bleeding from all my readings."
He eyed my drawings with interest. "Can I see?"
I pulled out the one sheet of paper that was just lilies, no Cameron. I handed it to him.
He whistled appreciatively. "This is really good."
"I've been working on that design forever. It's gotten more and more intricate throughout the years."
"This is awesome. What else have you got?"
I panicked. "I don't like people looking at my unfinished work." It was a lie, but a reasonable one.
"When you're done, I'd love to see some more of it."
I flushed, imagining the look on Cameron's face when he realized what I'd been working on instead of studying.
"You've seen my other stuff already."
He nodded. "Right, Noah's tattoos. Those are some amazing pieces. But you do other art, right? Paintings and stuff?"
"I like to try a bit of everything but drawing and painting are my first loves."
"When you finish something new, I want to see it."
My heart began pounding. I didn't know why.
"Sure. I'll show you something."
Something that didn't reveal my obsession with him.
"Can I keep this?" Cameron gestured to the paper.
I looked to him surprised. "Why?"
He smirked. "I want to put it on the fridge."
I made a face. "I'm not a little kid."
"Don't I fucking know it," he murmured, eyeing me. He averted his eyes and looked around the room. "You've made yourself at home."
I cringed as I took in the pile of dirty laundry in one corner and empty cans of diet soda stacked on the nightstand. "I'm sorry. I'll clean."
"Don't bother. The maids will do it, if you leave your door open."
"You have housekeepers? I haven't seen any."
"They come in every Wednesday. Keep the place from turning into a filthy pigsty." Cameron's eyes stopped roving over my room and came to settle on mine. "Of course, if you have anything you don't want the maids to see, I suggest you hide it."
