“Yes,” he said, and it took a moment for Dianna to realize he was talking about looking at her sketch and not her desire to mash his face against her boobs.

     She cleared her throat and turned the sketch pad around so he could see it. She watched his face as his eyes roamed over the page. There was…awe in his eyes as he took in his own likeness.

     “That’s…”

     She tried to turn it around, not quite confident that the next words out of his mouth would be complimentary. She would absolutely die if he said something so prosaic as ‘that’s cute,’ or, even worse, ‘that’s interesting.’ That was...