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around my waist. “You
think I’d get an A for that, do you?”
    I felt myself blushing. “I couldn’t possibly say.”
    He raised his eyebrows mischievously which made my insides
blush.
    I don’t know what it was, but when he looked straight at me, I
felt absolutely primal. 
    “Actually, if you just pretend you’re really into art she gives
you an A because she wants to encourage your passion.”
    “Of course she does.”
    “But here.” He picked up a dinner plate with different colored
paints on it. The brush lay across the plate with its bristles anchored in a
glob of blue paint. “See what you can do anyway.”
    “Okay.” I took another sip of my drink and then set it down on
the table beside his bed. “As long as you’re sure I can’t do any harm.”
    “Just don’t fuck with the woman’s face,” he said. “It took me
forever to get it to look that horsey.”
    “Okay.”
    He sat on the edge of the bed and watched me intently.
    “Can you hold up the book again?” I asked.
    He held it up the open page and I studied it, trying to ignore how
his sexy mop of hair peaked over the top.
    Then I turned back to the easel and pursed my lips while I added
tiny streaks of orange to the perimeter of the moon in the corner.
    “I like that,” he said. “That looks really good.”
    I swallowed. “Thanks.”
    He didn’t say anything for a while and just watched me while he
sipped his drink. I was dying to know what he was thinking and after a lifetime-
or what was probably about three minutes- he finally broke the silence. “You’re
cute when you’re concentrating.”
    I laughed and the tension melted from my face. “Now there’s a
line I’ve never heard before.”
    “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
    As I turned back to the easel, Kevin stood up and got right
behind me so he could look over my shoulder. The proximity of his body to mine
made my pulse quicken. It reminded me of how we’d slept together on that dirty
frat house futon, how I’d woken up with his arm over me. Then he leaned forward
and whispered into my hair. “I wish you’d concentrate on me like that
sometime.”
    I was so nervous I was worried I would burst out laughing, but I
was determined to keep my cool. “Too bad you’re not my type.”
    “Is that so?” he asked, pressing himself against me.
    “Yeah. I’m really only interested in blue horse people.”
    He laughed.
    I felt him place something soft against my temple and stood
still as he dragged it down my cheek.
    “There better not be paint on that brush,” I said.
    “And if there is?”
    “You better clean it off.”
    “What if I want to kiss it off instead?”
    I looked down at my side where he was dangling the dry brush next
to my thigh. Then I put the plate of paints down on his desk and turned to face
him. “That would be okay.”
    He kissed me before I could take a breath, pulling the small of
my back toward him with one hand. His other hand slid up the back of my neck
into my hair until he was cradling my head.
    His attention made me feel so safe and far away, and as soon as
I focused on him, my pain began to dissipate. I couldn’t think of anything
except how badly I wanted to forget everything and just make him feel good.
    He walked me backwards towards the bed and reached for the
bottom of my shirt. I felt his fingers trail lightly against my skin as he
pulled it off over my head.
    I lifted my legs onto the bed and scooted back to make room for
him. As soon as he knelt in front of me, I pulled his face towards mine again
and sunk my fingers deep into his curls. His hands ran up from my waist and
found the clasp at the back of my bra. He released it so expertly I felt a gush
in my underwear.
    When the straps slid from my shoulders, he tossed my bra to the
side and cupped my breasts with his hands, dragging his thumbs across my soft skin
until my nipples stood at attention.
    Then he lowered me down on his bed. I looked up at him while he
took his shirt