I tried not to act like a complete perv when Gage showed up at the front door. He wore a loose-fitting shirt with stripes on the arms and tight pants. He stood at the doorway with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“Hey, come on in,” I said, affecting a casual tone.
“Thanks.” He followed me into the living room where I gestured to the couch. I wanted to sit next to him, but I chose a chair a few feet away. I’d turned the news on so he’d think I was worldly, and muted it once we settled in. I wanted to sketch him so badly. Maybe for my final. How do you ask someone to pose for you? Do you show your artwork beforehand, work it into the conversation, or try to make him think it’s his idea?
What, you think it would be fun to strip and lay on my bed while I stare
