Jesse was just setting up a new canvas, placing the paints she had selected on the side and picking up a tube of ochre colour to start painting that section when she heard the door to the art studio click closed.
It had been four days since moving in with the Woodfields and the art teacher had given her access to the art faculty building at all times of the night, as long as she contacted the security firm and arranged access with them, which meant she could come and go even on weekends. It was Friday night now and there was supposed to be no one around.
She spun round at the sound and stared wide-eyed in shock at the tall lad with the unruly chocolate brown hair and piercing pale hazel eyes as he stood in front of her only exit with his hands in the pockets of his jacket with a calm cas
