'He said I'm good at this. Good at this. I can draw well! I can -- '
"Kim?"
Kimberly's neck stiffened upon hearing that call together with some footsteps. Moving as fast as she could, she grabbed all the pens cluttered above the bed. She slid the notebook she stole from Jace's library under the bed, too, like a child about to be caught in doing something.
"Have you seen my... "Jace stopped talking when he reached the door upon seeing her. As usual, he caught wearing his white T-shirt, even dusting its sleeve from the dirt under the bed. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah." She climbed back to bed, keeping her fingers crossed secretly and smiling as sweet as she could. Ignoring how her eyes wanted to roam down his naked stomach and play around the garter of hi
