seventeen
Reality Slaps Santiago In The Face
Whatever the artist was thinking and feeling when they painted that portrait of Diesel must have been sexy. Not that they had him in an exotic pose, it was the way he was biting his lower lip, and the deep, icy gaze of his gray eyes. Since I’d seen the painting, I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Diesel murmured while we strolled back to our condo.
“What do you…? Oh, yes.” I sighed, remembering that saying. “The paintings of you, particularly the one by a student named Jeremy, where you are biting your lip. They were beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking about it.” s**t, I hoped I wasn’t making a mistake, telling him the effect they had on me.
“He’s gifted.” Diesel murmured, then I felt his hand bumping against min
