I took an art class in college some time ago and here's what I remember...

The class usually lasted about five hours... and the other courses before that added up another three hours, so by the time I got to art class, I was tired already. This day I was really tired, my back hurt, my head was pounding. And halfway into the third hour of art class, we were drawing ourselves, looking into a wide mirror placed along one of the walls. We were all sitting down on the floor and one of my friends came over to where I was. He was done and wanted to help me. So he started giving me tips, telling me "add more contrast here", "leave some light area there", and as he leaned in to show me, I caught the most delicious scent coming from him... I don't know what it was, but I immediately felt a rush of blood to my face.. I looked at him, he was looking at my drawing. His eyes were gray, darkness covered them but at the slightest ray of light, the most beautiful eyes I'd seen.. his smile was sexy, one of his teeth was a bit crooked, but it made me even more interested in his mouth... his hair was messed up, like a moehawk the day after, and as he leaned forward to blow on the paper, I sat up straight and caught glimpse of the most intriguing tattoo swirling down his back... After what seemed like forever, he looked up at me and said "I know what's wrong here", and a sudden burst of heat came over me as I saw his hand come up to my neck and brush my hair, gently letting it fall over my shoulders.. he said "there, you needed something dark here to contrast your skin"... he looked at me a couple of seconds... well I think it was a couple of seconds, to me it felt like forever.. then he said "this is a beautiful portrait" without looking at the paper... his eyes went for a trip around my face, my hair, my breasts, my lips, my eyes.. then he gave me a hint of a grin, stood up and went outside... I followed him... I'll tell you the rest some other time...