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“Really? You’re going to play right now?”
“What? You told me to act like you’re not here. In all honesty, I’d probably rush off to bed so I could dream about you.”
My heart swelled. “Aw, Theo.”
“I dream about you all the time. Even when I’m awake, I’m dreaming of you.” He leaned closer, caressing my cheek as chills skated all over.
“I think about you every second of every day, too.” I kissed his full lips wanting him to know I meant every word.
When he broke the kiss, he leaned back against the couch.
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked.
“Sure, what do you have?” I sprung from the couch to scan over his movie collection. “Some collection. Oh wow, you have the movie Titanic.
He rubbed at his beard as he smiled. “Yeah.”
“You hopeless romantic,” I moved closer as he sat on the couch, clocking my every move. “I want you to paint me like one of your French girls, Jack,” I said, quoting a line from the movie where Jack paints a portrait of the heroine, Rose.
“Um, ok. Sure.” He rose from the couch and motioned me to lie down. I began unbuttoning my blouse but Theo stopped me. “Keep your clothes on, or I will be taking advantage of you.” My legs trembled as I lowered myself onto the couch.
He moved over to a cabinet and produced a pen and paper. I smiled as he pulled up a seat across from me.
His eyes were intense as he studied me. I felt them everywhere.
He touched the pen to the paper, and his concentration was fierce.
He glanced up every few moments as I lay on the couch daydreaming. I wanted every night with him. My emotions were getting the best of me as he drew on the paper.
I laughed, and his eyebrows shot up. “Stay still.”
“Oh, sorry.” I tried my best to hold as still as possible as he continued.
“I have to get these lines on your face just right.”
“Of course,” I murmured.
He brushed a dark strand of hair from his eyes as he continued. My heart rushed as I tried to clear my fuzzy mind. I didn’t want to be drunk anymore. I wanted Theo to take me to his bedroom, and make love to me again and again.
When he was done he lifted the paper and said, “Ta-da.”
I laughed as I ro
se on unsteady feet to see the masterpiece. When I glanced down at the picture Theo had drawn for me my skin heated. Tears threatened to fall, and I couldn’t calm the rapid tempo my heart pounded against my ribcage.
“Well, the lighting is bad so it has some rough spots,” he said, trying his best to keep a straight face.
I gazed at his profile as he studied the picture. “I love it.” A huge grin split my face as Theo laughed. I hugged the picture and then studied it again. Only my Theo, so freaking adorkable.
He grabbed the photo, crumpling it with both hands.
“Hey, no. I want to keep that.”
“You can’t be serious. It’s really bad. Sorry I’m no master artist.” He half-smiled.
“It’s perfect.”
I grabbed the picture from him, smoothing out the wrinkles as I gazed at it one more time.
