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Hours slid by unnoticed as he worked, the charcoal drawing coming to life as Nathan worked from the head down. Innocently he skipped the detail of the model's package below the belt and continued on, jumping down to the feet and continuing up. He couldn't help but imagine his hands exploring the model's body in the infinite way his eyes already had. A tinge of red painting his pale cheeks as he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.
When he would look up, he occasionally caught the model's eye, as if the other were looking at the artist in between keeping his pose. Such moments nearly took Nathan away, such brilliant orbs of light taking an interest in himself. It was a feeling he had never experienced, as if their eyes danced a tango before the two had even ever spoke.
And then, the class was nearly over, most of the other artists were packing up their things or putting on the finishing touches. But not Nathan, he was too immersed in his work and fascinated with the model to notice or care. Besides, all he had left to finish was the area of the model's hips, and he already knew it would be increasingly hard to keep his imaginings pure as he drew that.
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