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A Sketch Away From Perfect Alone
*Harper*I’m so giddy as I walk to my classroom for my first ever session, I can almost hear it in the bright way my heels clack against the old tiles. I open the door to find my students already assembled, some chatting with each other, while others stare seriously at their hands while they wait for class to start. I try not to be intimidated by how effortlessly cool they all look. They’re all so Parisian. There’s no other way to put it.They all seem so unbothered by anything going on around them, so I try to employ the same strategy. I go to my desk and begin introductions. I’m pleased to find that a handful of my students are international, so maybe I’m not the only one who’s just pretending to be unbothered.We spend a good portion of the class going over the syllabus before I start my first lecture. They listen intently and engage with the material, which is the best result I could have possibly asked for.But, best of all, they ask incredibly intelligent questions. They seem e
A Sketch Away From Perfect What a Way to End the Day
*Harper*I barely get any sleep the night before my first day. I’m not nervous exactly, I’ve just got so much energy that I can’t force my mind to calm down. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath all summer and I finally have the chance to exhale.When I walk out onto the street, the early morning air smells like fresh pastries and espresso. This, I could definitely get used to. I step onto the sidewalk in front of my apartment and glance up at the pink-tinged sky. Paris is just waking up with me, and the city is still quiet. It reminds me of being a kid on the first day of school. Just like then, it’s still too early for most people to be out and about, but I’m on a mission to start my new year.I take the Metro one stop too far on accident, but I don’t mind walking the extra blocks. It gives me a chance to pass by a patisserie with giant pistachio croissants. I make a mental note to stop on the way home, if I’m not too exhausted to remember.The school sits on a quiet street lin
A Sketch Away From Perfect The Most Romantic Week
*Harper*Summer flies by fast and hectic, like a tornado. Every morning I wake up with a new mental checklist: Make sure my passport is updated, work on my lesson plans, respond to the school about my apartment. Some days my list includes helping Melody, sending her articles on breast pumps, watching the baby so she can do a yoga class. I live in constant motion, and still it feels like I’m always behind.Even so, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and I’m not even in Paris yet. I’m emotional all the time, and exhausted, and usually overstimulated, but still, I’m happy.May is such an incredible baby, and I love spending time with her. Every time I hold her and get a hit of her baby smell, my heart melts a little more. I’m still worried about Mel, but I remind myself that I have to focus on my own life and leave her life to her. It’s hard, but I think she’s starting to get the hang of things, and that helps me let go.I split myself like a calendar, trying to give everyone what they nee
A Sketch Away From Perfect Until Dawn
*Scott*The moment I see Harper, an almost territorial growl rumbles in my chest. It’s been a few weeks and she looks good as hell. Her blue dress clings to all of her curves, and I’m dying to get my hands on her.“Don’t you look beautiful,” I say as I open the truck door for her, trying to keep up some charade that I’m still a gentleman.She smiles brightly and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. Hopefully, it’s just a taste of things to come. When her body presses into mine, it’s all I can do not to pull her against me and plant a big one against her lips.“So,” I say once we’re safely on the road, “where are we headed, Miss Ward?”She glances over with a wry smile. “I was thinking somewhere with food would be good.”I roll my eyes and rest my hand on her exposed thigh. A small shiver runs through her, and damn if I don’t want to skip dinner altogether and take her back to my place. I can always make us fresh scrambled eggs after.“What about that food truck park you were telling me
A Sketch Away From Perfect May
*Harper*It’s just past three A.M. when Melody’s baby girl finally comes into the world. It’s sort of a terrifying event. I hold Melody’s hand as she screams her lungs out and cries that she can’t take any more pain. For some stupid reason, she’d decided she was too strong for pain meds.I do what I can to help. I hold her hand and wipe her head and tell her everything is going to be okay, even though I don’t know if that’s remotely true. But when her daughter comes into the world, screaming almost as loud as Melody, I am in awe.She’s absolutely beautiful.She’s all red and scrunched up and still covered in goopy stuff, but she’s breathtakingly beautiful. Her lungs are strong, pushing out her cries for the whole world to hear. Already, she’s showing that she’s a force to be reckoned with, just like her mother.In the silence that follows, a strange peace descends on all of us. I feel a lump rise in my throat as I watch Melody cradle her daughter for the first time. She’s trembling,
A Sketch Away From Perfect Middle of the Night Call
*Damien*Harper’s waiting outside the studio when I pull up. The light from the streetlamp halos her hair, making her look like a goddamn angel. Her arms are bare despite the evening chill, and she’s tucking a strand of strawberry-blonde behind her ear in a delicate, almost unconscious motion that drives me wild.I step out of the car before the driver can get to it and round the front.“You’ll spoil me,” she says as I open the door for her.I lean in slightly, just close enough to breathe her in. “Darling, I intend to.”She laughs, and I don’t miss the blush that sprinkles her cheeks.Inside the car, she settles beside me, tucking her legs to the side and nuzzling against me. Her fingers rest lightly on the edge of her clutch, and when she glances at me, her eyes are full of warmth.“The flowers were beautiful,” she says softly. “Thank you.”“I thought about sending you a pair of Cartier earrings, but the irises seemed more appropriate.”Her lips curve. “Because I hate jewelry?” she
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