This week? We’re pursuing the one we love… or well, that’s the theme in the snippet.
A breeze kicked up and blew my hair into my face. I squinted and put the rag down before finding a clip in my bag. As I was twisting my hair back, I looked up and saw him. He was sitting closer now. Closer than he usually sat. The table that was only fifteen away and he sat on top of it, two bottles of water next to him. I recognized the label. Aquafina.
And I also couldn’t help but notice that he stared at me.
That damned knot that always settled in my throat decided to make another appearance. Slowly, I looked away and focused on gathering up my supplies. I’d had over three hours. I didn’t need to start anything else. Soon, I’d need to get to work on the projects I had up for the day.
There was that one cover…I was going to have fun with it. It was a male/male project and the…
My jaw dropped open.
The wind had blown the pages of my sketchbook.
And on the back of the sketch I’d just finished were the words.
If you’re going to spend that much time drawing me, maybe you could give me your name.
I’d definitely like yours.
Oh, fuck. He had seen it… that intimate picture, that dream I’d dared to let myself have while I was awake, of me, on my knees in front of him, a dream that even now filled me with longing. He had seen.
He had looked through my sketches, just as I’d feared.
I’d definitely like yours…
(dunno what’s going on with this still. sorry!)