*Anaïs*
I sit in the window of the atelier, nervously clutching the sheet wrapped around me as I pose for Henri. My heart races, partly due to my state of undress. Even if I am much more relaxed now, it is still new to me. But it is also because I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen. There is this feeling in the air.
Suddenly, the door to the atelier swings open and in walks Griff. My breath catches in my throat, and I instinctively pull the sheet tighter around me, trying to cover up as much as possible. His eyes seem to burn into me as he greets Henri warmly.
“Ah, Constantin, it’s been too long since I have seen you in my atelier,” Henri says, shaking his hand. “Are you looking for new art? I have several pieces you might like.”
“I might be,” he says, his eyes
