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”That’s how you solve a problem,” Hendryk grins. ”Just throw it out the window.”
”What if it dropped on someone’s head and killed them?” I gawk but he shrugs.
”If they were lurking below my window, listening to you moaning then they deserve death by cellphone.”
Gulping, I murmur, ”Am I that loud?”
Hendryk chuckles, looking very self-satisfied. ”Yup.”
”You know, we haven’t left the apartment the whole weekend,” I murmur, ”maybe we should try out some other activities?”
Ones that don’t involve so much moaning.
”I’m not done with you yet,” he sulks, ”I’ll only agree to going out if I can keep my dick in you the whole time.”
”That might be problematic. How will we walk?” I say with an eye roll.
”We’re not leaving the apartment,” he glowers. ”Figure out something else we can do. Somethingphysical.”
Hmmm…
”I can think of something new we can try.”
”Ass play?” he asks, eyes filled with excitement and I snort, behind my hand then dance over to his drawer.
”Nope,” I smile. ”A condom. I just want to know what it feels like.” I open up his drawer to see if he has any, but instead my eyes land on a notebook, and I yelp, ”I’ve seen you draw in this one before!”
I yank it right out in triumph and Hendryk sits up, his shoulders tense but he doesn’t take it from me. His eyes have narrowed with something shrewd and suddenly my heart starts pounding.
I’m not sure why. We’re just being silly and it’s just a notebook. ”I always wondered what you were drawing,” I muse. ”Mind if I take a little peek?”
Tittering, I don’t wait for his response and open a page up and freeze. I look up at him and he pinches his brow ridge. Silence fills the room. The playfulness gone.
There are sketches of me. One where I’m looking at him from the street, while he was sitting at the tea room. There’s another one of me when I’m on the subway. He has drawn the back of my head, every detailed little strand of hair and my pensive face reflects in the window.
Then there’s another that makes my pulse stop. I’m coming out of the dry cleaning service, wind tearing at my coat and I’m carrying a pile of laundry. B…but that happened right before we met at the park…
I flip the rest of the pages and gasp when words play up into a sentence.I’ve. Been. Watching. You. Too.Dropping the notebook, I take a step back and snatch a sheet to me and cover up.
”There’s more,” Hendryk murmurs, casually, ”but those drawings are ah…dirtier.” He lets out a cough into his fist while I stare at him. ”They’re over there.”
He nods at a dresser on the other side of the room and I rip out that drawer. It’s full of more notebooks, more sketches of me, naked and spread out in front of him but he doesn’t draw himself into the image, just his hands or face or hips.
”They were never meant to be so graphic, but I just couldn’t help myself,” he shrugs. ”They helped me cope. If I couldn’t have you in real life, I could at least have you on paper.”
Licking my lips, I swallow.
”You were watching me before I watched you,” I gasp, because this whole time I thought I was the one who had been after him. ”You were followingme.”
Hendryk rises, putting on a pair of white sweatpants but there’s no guilt on his face, no regret.
I get distracted by the burly shoulders, the chest and those sweatpants hanging low on his hips as if he’s their bread and butter. I need a moment to let this sink in, but there’s resistance…a part of me can barely process this.
Nothing about us was ever accidental. Or romantic, or fated. It was just the methodical, patient workings of an infatuated man.
”Our meeting in the park wasn’t a coincidence was it?” I say, backing to the doorway and Hendryk shakes his head.
He reaches up and stops the swirling fan with his hand, slight caution flickering in his eyes.
