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from her face with the back of her wrist, her gray sweater absorbing the moisture.
    Once outside I speak, "I know it's tough with Dad, and you know I know how bad it gets. But just remember before you know it, it'll be summer and you'll be in New York putting your foot in the door of your dream. You can do this Caroline, I believe in you. This will be the best thing for you."
    I see a spark of hope in her eyes, "And before you know it, you'll be living in New York going to fashion school. Just listen to your heart and a little less of Dad. Hell I had to."

 
    I got to sleep in this Monday morning for once, because I didn't have a shift at the coffee shop. It's just as well. I'm too distracted. I can't stop seeing the image of Big_Ben's sexy smile as he left Chatz with that other girl. I had some tea. I cranked up my music and busted out my paints. I sang, I danced around, and I got paint all over. How exactly one get paint in their armpit?
    Before I know it, it's time to get to class. Seeing as we are continuing with the beefcake of a man from last week, and I am determined to not be late today! I want a better spot and a better view. I got dressed in my black and red striped skinny jeans and my cute black peplum top with a thin red belt and my over the knee boots. Yeah, I may be trying a lot for this class, but why not? I threw on a little mascara and lip gloss.
    In the parking lot, I see a few of my female classmates also got a little dressed up, probably trying to catch the attention of the dark-haired hunk. Well, at least I'm not the only one. But what was I thinking, that I could even compare to the girls in my class?
    Inside, I see a spot in the front. Score! I don't see the model yet, but I pass Ms. Sawyer coming towards the classroom. "Ah, Tess, I am glad to see you on time!"
    To calm myself down I decided to put one ear bud in and turn on my iPod. Music is the only calming thing except for wine and rum, and I am pretty sure that's frowned upon on school property.
    Ms. S instructs us to begin.
    I look up.
    I let out a big gasp, and then he looks right at me...
    It's him! Holy crap, it's Big_Ben! What the hell?! Oh my effing God! And he's naked! Well, duh dummy! That's why you're here! To DRAW him!
    He looks as shocked as I am. But I am not looking away. My eyes begin to travel and he notices when I stop below his waist. He is sitting partially upright, leaning his upper body up against what looks like an overstuffed beanbag chair, probably from Ms. S's own house.
    The lower part of his body is bent at the waist and one leg is arched, with his knee towards the ceiling, where the other is bent, but lying on the table. And there he is. Right. In. The. Open. I can't move, I can't look away, but then I hear a throat clearing and I look up at his face, and he winks at me. Holy crap, he just winked at me! I know my face is red, I can feel it. I can also feel the heat from my cheeks spread down my body. I quickly look down at my sketchbook, pick up one of my pencils, and attempt to look anywhere but there . So I start with his head, and when I look up at him he is still looking at me! How am I going to do this for an hour?
    So I just start. I don't make eye contact but I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. His body is slender but sculpted, and the tattoos that I had noticed during last week's class carry over to his pecs. He also has art on the outer parts of his forearms. His abs are defined, but not bulging, with a happy little trail leading down to his, well…impressive size. And I swear as I am looking at him there attempting to focus and do him justice, I think I see him twitch… all sixty minutes of the class.
    When Ms. S tells us that our time is up, I look down at my drawing and I am quite pleased with it. I got the shading and proportions right on. The only thing I didn't finish was his face; I just couldn't bring myself to look up at his face, knowing he was looking at me the entire time. I close my