"How did I end up here?" I asked for the tenth time that night.
"You have already asked that for the tenth time. Why are you still repeating those words?" Sly chuckled as he drew me.
"Be fast with it, already. How many hours will it take you to finish the drawing?"
It's not as if painting takes a lot of time.
"I'm almost through." Sly wiped his brows.
"It's not fair," my eyes racked through his naked chest.
Sly had his bath before he started drawing me, that was why he was naked, safe for the small boxer brief he was putting on.
And that made this place hotter than it was supposed to be.
It was pure torture watching him, without doing anything about it.
It's not as if I can stand from here, and do to him all my mind has been conjuring.
"Not fair?" He raised a brow at me, "what do you mean by that?"
"How can you be sitting naked in front of me? It's not fair!"
