Reena looked at Mitch, imagining what it would be like to paint him. Unlike Gavin, Mitch wasn’t typically handsome with symmetrical features and a nice smile. Gavin was large and muscular but somehow still approachable and friendly. He was a good-looking guy, a man that women felt safe with right away, despite his size.
By contrast, Mitch looked tough and dangerous, and so he appealed to her deeply as a subject. He stood there now, his naked torso gleaming with sweat, his chest and back covered in tattoos and scars and bruises. Reena guessed that he’d had his nose broken a few times, and his massive body was tightly coiled, like he was just waiting to start punching something or someone. His eyes were hard and dark green, without a flicker of softness; his hair was dark and cut close to h
