(Tara's POV)
I pulled a chair near the edge of the foot of the bed. I sat while my legs rested on the bed’s mattress, then I placed my drawing pad on my knees and started sketching the most beautiful man still sleeping. Beneath the soft white blanket, Blake was still naked, and I could not help biting my bottom lip. My lips curved a smile, and I could feel my cheeks blushing as I remembered how many times we had made love.
Slowly his eyes opened, and he smiled at me. He got up, leaning on the headrest of the bed, and the blanket fell off, exposing half of his body.
“What are you doing there?” He asked, staring at me with love and lust.
I showed him my sketch. “You’re too beautiful not be drawn, Blake,”
“This is just so unfair,” He groaned but smiled at me. “If I have the same talent, I will paint every wall of this house of you, Tar
