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her head reach his chest.
    I don’t know how long it was that I stood there admiring his beautiful features, but I was embarrassed when Rownan looked over and saw me gawking at him. He flashed me a beautiful smile that had all the blood rushing to my face, making my cheeks ten shades of red. I smiled warmly in return before ducking my head and walking over to my stool at my station to get my stuff ready to finish the abstract.
    “Good morning, love,” Rownan’s smooth British accent came rolling over my shoulder causing me to startle and drop my brushes and palette tumbling to the floor. Thank God, they were clean this time.
    “Good morning,” I replied as I bent over to pick up my mess. Rownan bent his long legs and squatted down next to me, helping me retrieve my items.
    “Thank you,” I said appreciatively.
    “My pleasure, love. You look to be in better health today,” he acknowledged.
    “I am feeling much better. Thank you, Rownan, for helping me. I-I don’t have many friends right now,” I confessed as I focused my gaze on the ground instead of the seam in his robe that was now a little more giving than moments before. My face flushed once more at the thought of him being naked under the cloth.
    “Again, my pleasure, love. I better get back to Ginny so we can get started with class.”
    “Oh, okay.”
    He went to find Ginny as I sat down at my stool and uncovered my picture. I sighed as I looked at the picture of Dominic I painted on Monday. I took in each hard line of his jaw, his dark chocolate eyes, and the muscles I painted of his chest. Even though I was looking at Rownan when I painted it, I painted everything before me from memory. Every feature, every line, every shadow, were pictures that I had carried in my mind since the day I met Dominic.
    “Good morning, class!” Ginny said cheerfully as she addressed us all. Her hair was tied up in another one of her colorful scarves, and was in deep contrast with the bright red peasant skirt she wore. The patterns and colors reminded me of a Mexican style rug.
    “Today we will finish up our abstracts so that they will have time to dry. Rownan here has a wonderful surprise for all of you.”
    Mumbles came from the class as Ginny directed Rownan to address the class.
    “A week from Saturday, my gallery will be hosting an art showing and gala. I am going to be displaying all of your pieces at the show and you are all welcome to attend.”
    Excited cries and ahs came from the class while all I could do was sit there with my mouth hanging open. He wanted to display our work? I looked at my painting and to several others around me, although their pieces didn’t look exactly like Rownan, mine looked nothing like him because it wasn’t him.
    “Ok, get started. Mr. Kleinfield, strip,” Ginny said as she clapped her hands together with animation. I got to work mixing my colors. I only needed to add a few details and finishing touches to the piece, so I stayed with dark colors to provide some contour and contrast. I tried not to glance too often at Rownan’s naked form, but every once in a while, my gaze lingered.
    It felt like only moments had passed as I worked on my painting. I became so focused on the image of Dominic in front of me that everything else just existed in my peripheral around me. I didn’t realize just how much time had gone by until I heard Ginny’s voice interrupt my process.
    “Ok, put on those finishing touches, class. Time is almost up,” she announced as she made a circle around to each of us, giving her critique. I washed all of my tools and then went to retrieve my purse from the rack where we kept everything out of the way. As I lifted the leather strap off the hook, the buckle holding it to the side gave way and broke, sending the entire contents of my bag scattering on the floor.
    Great. Just fucking great .
    This day had to go down in history as one of the worst birthdays on record. I brought my knees to the floor and tried to