Chapter 89
I blink, surprised. “You really want one?”
He nods. “Fully nude isn’t a requirement,” he adds.
My face heats, and I quickly look away again. “Um… Yeah, can draw one of you. I can do it tonight, if you want.” Arthur’s eyes light up ever so slightly. “It’s a deal. After dinner?”
“Sure. After dinner sounds good.”
With that, Arthur brushes past me, announcing that he ordered takeout food for dinner tonight and that he has a surprise for Miles, something that makes Miles cheer excitedly from down the hall. I bite my lip, staring at the half–finished drawing of Ezra sitting on the easel.
It’s just a portrait, I tell myself. But there’s no denying the tiny rush of excitement I feel over the thought of drawing Arthur shirtless.
