Grace’s POV
“Can you lean to the left?” Rohan muttered from behind his canvas.
I obliged him with a smile, doing what he instructed. I maintained the pose, staying perfectly still while his hands moved seamlessly onto the canvas. He still had his school clothes on with only an apron covering the lower part of his body. From my eye’s view, his brows furrowed in concentration, his head tilted back while his eyes stretched from my face to the canvas. He would stop his movement every once in a while, move back to admire whatever he was painting. He constantly bit his lips or would move them, making no sound, I knew he was cussing.
“We may have to continue tomorrow,” he told me, closing the canvas “I am not getting what I want exactly, and it’s killing me,” he frowned.
“Sure,” I smiled a
