Getting Her Back

I would spend the entire class not only drawing him, but probably fantasizing about the way he was going to pick me out of the crowd of students and approach me afterwards. I’d be swept off my feet by him, and we’d retreat to my apartment to have amazing, hot sex. And then we’d do it again after the next two classes and live happily ever after.

I can’t help the smirk on my face because I know that’s going to happen with us. Minus the happily ever after. He’s going to sweep me off my feet. We’re going to have amazing sex, and none of the girls in this room are going to get their fantasy. I know it’s a little vindictive, but it makes me grin.

Finally, I pick up my pencils and begin to focus on my drawing. It’s hard to separate myself enough to look at Christian’s body with any objectivity. That’s something I didn’t consider when I volunteered him for the gig. How can I look at his legs, and just see the lines of his legs without remembering them on either side of my hips? The same thing goes for his lips, his hands, his eyes, and of course, his cock.

His eyes are still on me, and I try to not look directly at him. Even though I’m avoiding his gaze, I feel his eyes on me. Blood rises to my skin, and I blush because I know exactly how he’s looking at me.

Daring a glance, I raise my eyes to his.

It’s a mistake.

Christian’s eyes are so full of fire that it makes my blush worse. Not only my blush, but my arousal. All I feel is heat, everywhere. His eyes make me relive every, perfect, excruciating, pleasurable moment that we’ve had together. I’m trapped in a flurry of images. Us tangled together on the bed, his face between my thighs, him watching me through the computer screen. I’m suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

When he sees my face, and the way I’m blushing, there’s just a ghost of a smirk on his face. I glare at him and shake my head. He needs to be professional. But because he’s Christian, he allows himself to smirk a little more before fading back into his model stillness.

Across the room, I catch Mr. Prince watching our interaction, which does nothing for the state of my face. It does however make me focus. Taking a deep breath, I start with Christian’s torso, and then his legs, very lightly outlining the shape and the way he’s posed.

Once I feel I have the proportions and shape right, I slowly start sketching in more careful details. The slope of his shoulder, the curve of his hip, the midline of his chest. I let myself to be enveloped in the process of drawing him.

It takes a while, but eventually I feel the awkwardness disappear. I feel that rare harmony when everything else fades away, and it’s nothing but you and your subject. It’s been so long since I’ve spent any time drawing, that I had forgotten that this peace existed.

When Mr. Prince announces that our time is finished for the day, I am surprised. I have to blink, breath for a second, and come back to reality. I glance up at Christian, who still staring at me with the same passion he started with. I give him a small smile.

Mr. Prince says, “Let’s give a big round of applause for our model, Mr. Rollins.” Everyone around me claps, and I clap too. Christian rolls his shoulders, smiling at the class, and stretching. He must be exhausted after holding the same position for three hours, but he doesn’t look it.

Mr. Prince dismisses the class, and Christian climbs down from the platform. I can tell already that there are several women in the class who would love to be able to speak with him, but he saunters directly over to me. “So, now what?”

I look around, painfully aware that he is still very naked. “How about you go put your clothes on?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He winks at me. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. Do you want to get something to eat?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into the little dressing room, and the girl who sits next to me in the circle stares with jealousy. “Is he with you?” she asks.

I can tell that she’s hoping my answer will be no. “Sort of,” I say, giving her a small smile.

She narrows her eyes slightly. “You’re very lucky.”

Explaining the infinitely complicated and tangled relationship that Christian and I have isn’t an option, so I just start to gather my supplies. “I know.” She leaves too quickly, and I’m sure that I haven’t exactly made a friend in her.

Slowly, the rest of the class filters out of the room until I’m the only one left. Even Mr. Prince wishes me a good night. I sit and wait for a few minutes, but Christian doesn’t come out. It seriously doesn’t take this long to put on clothes. I’m hungry, and horny, and I’m not the most patient person. Grabbing my bag, I go knock on the door. “Is there a hole you fell through? What’s taking so long?”