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art, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also rather personal to me. I bite my lip and glance down at the charcoal drawings in my hand before nodding and offering him the thick sheets to look at. He takes them gently like he’s afraid he’ll hurt them somehow. His lips part as he looks through them and I have the urge to lift up onto my tip toes and press my lips to his. But I resist because that would be a bad start to the whole ‘not being a skank’ thing. Plus, I said this wasn’t a date and I really don’t want to send mixed signals.
    “These are incredible,” he says as he continues to study them. “There’s so much feeling in them, it’s like your soul on a piece of paper.”
    I gasp at his astute observation. His eyes meet mine and a tingle runs up my spine as electricity sparks between us.
    “I don’t show many people,” I whisper.
    “You should! These are amazing,” he insists. He pauses on the last one. I blush as I realize that I had left in one of the drawings of him.
    “Wow.”
    I reach to snatch it away but he pulls it to safety and continues to study it.
    “Can I have this?” His eyes still haven’t left the page.
    “Um, sure, I guess,” I mutter. “Let me get cleaned up quick. I was in the artist zone and didn’t hear my phone go off before.”
    “Sure, although you look awfully cute covered in charcoal smudges.” He smirks at me and I blush again.
    “Well if you like me messy, I can show you my edible body paint,” I offer batting my eyelashes at him. He stares at me with heat in his gaze for several seconds before clearing his throat and shaking his head.
    “Don’t do that darlin’.”
    “Don’t do what?” I ask taking a step closer to him with a flirtatious lilt still in my tone.
    “Just be real, please. I want to get to know you,” he pleads, searching my face for something. Warmth spreads through my limbs and our proximity has an unexpected effect on me. Heat and something else permeates the air between us.
    “How do you know that I’m not being real?” I challenge. Maybe ‘shallow vixen’ is all I really am.
    “You are sexy as hell, Remy, but there is so much more to you than that. I can tell, and I want to find out what it is.” His voice is deep and tender, making my heart beat faster. It’s almost like he can read my mind with his response.
    “Let me go clean up,” I repeat and hurry from the room before I throw myself at him,
    only to be rejected yet again.

Dex
    I sigh with relief when she scurries from the room. I was seconds away from saying ‘screw it’ and just kissing her. And, my god, the idea of painting her with edible body paint and licking it off... I have to adjust my pants to hide my erection. I know that this is not a real date, but I have something planned that I hope will impress her enough to let me take her out for real.
    “So are you hungry?” Remy asks as she emerges from her bedroom wearing a pair of worn jeans and a red T-shirt that ride high, showing off just a sliver of the skin on her stomach. Ugh, she looks too damn good.
    “Actually, I had something in mind, but it’s kind of a surprise,” I explain sheepishly. I hope I’m not pushing my luck, since this is supposed to be a casual hang out.
    “Okay,” she says with a shrug.

    “Any musical requests?” I ask once we’re in the car.
    “Anything except for country music,” she says with a laugh. “No offense.”
    “None taken, I hate that whiny shit.” We both laugh.
    I put on a top 40 station and turn the volume low enough so we can talk without having to yell over the music. She picks up my book that’s in the center console, looks at the book, then looks at me quizzically.
    “What? Stephen Hawking’s The Universe in a Nutshell is fantastic. You should give it a read.”
    “No thanks. I think I’ll stick to my trashy romance novels, thank you very much.”
    “Well, if you want to learn about the universe, just let me know and I can lend you some Stephen