51.Art and Des(Art)re

Grant

I woke up to the first lights of the dawn, in my form, with Angeline huddled up in my arms. My eyes darted from her face, nested against my chest, to her gorgeous long legs. She was beautiful, dazzling like a piece of art bathed by the morning light filtered by the trees. I wanted to learn every inch, each single detail of her so that I could draw her as soon as I could get a piece of paper and pencil.

She stirred in her sleep, opening her eyes slowly. “Are you staring at me?” she asked with a yawn, a playful smile forming on her lips.

I flashed her a grin. “Definitely, that’s what I do all night, every night.”

My words had her sleepy eyes snapping open as she pushed at my chest, trying to leave my embrace. I only chuckled, wrapping my arms around her and bringing her once again close. I didn’t want a single inch between us.

“As much as you are beautiful and I love looking at you, I am joking.”

She huffed under her breath. “Good, cause that would be beyond awkward.”

She shook he