Chase had a wooden pad in his lap with a few pages on it. In fact, he was staring at the white pages right now and wasn't sure what to do, but he was so bored, you could say he was literally desperate. And he used to like to draw ... so now, when his favorite console broke, the best computer game was scratched, and the only portable console was taken by Rubble, the boy took old pencils and crayons out of the drawer and for 30 minutes he was staring at whitish pages thoughtlessly...
He thought that it was enough to take pencils in your fingers and they would start to dance on the paper as if they were just made for that, but nothing like that happened. Chase's mind was blank. He just didn't have anything to draw, nothing like that was entering his mind ...
Finally, he just thoughtlessly began to form pencil lines, thinking that maybe something would come of them. Every now and then he raised his head from the pages and stared for a moment at the wall on which hung a large cork board with fancifully pinned photos of him and all his friends. The lines slowly turned into a shapely figure ...
More and more, with each stroke he wondered ... the drawings represented Zuma. Despite the fact that he did not plan to draw her, he continued this activity with more and more blushes on his face ...
Everyone, or almost everyone, was seated at the large round table above the steaming plates. Everyone seemed a bit impatient, they looked longingly at their dinner and at the front door to the dining room. Only one chair was free ...
- Okay, because I'm getting a bit irritated and my stomach too ... rumbled Rubble's low voice, who was looking longingly at his piece of meat on his plate.
- Actually, I'm hungry too ... Skye said softly, sluggishly driving her fork through the potatoes ... But maybe something happened to him? Maybe we need to check if he's okay?
- Okay, who's going? ... asked Rocky, spreading salads to everyone from a large bowl ... Zuma maybe you?
Hearing her name, the girl broke away from the book she was reading and looked at the boy. She shrugged, slipped silently from her chair, and left the dining room.
With little thought, Zuma entered the door without bothering with such mundane matters as knocking on the door ...
In the whole room there was only one small lamp at the desk, directed at this piece of furniture and, in addition, hidden by the boy. So the whole room was dim, and the aforementioned lights cast only here and there warm yellow reflections that mixed with the shadows. It created a very mysterious, atmospheric and at the same time intimate atmosphere.
Zuma felt that she should have knocked, but it must have been too late for that, she was walking slowly towards Chase, the desk leaning over the top, sketching something ferociously.
He was wearing sweatpants. There were tense, slightly quivering muscles just under the skin. His right hand was still moving steadily, still flexing the boy's large biceps. His shoulder blades gently protruding from beneath the skin were visible on his back, and the vertebrae of his spine formed a broken line in the center of his back. The shadows made funny patterns on his skin, emphasizing the perfection of his build ...
She saw him under a slight profile, even though he could not see her at all ...
His eyes were tracing the pages, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were slightly parted, his lower lip was trembling slightly. He had a straight nose and a low forehead ... The whole face was in a warm shade, he looked really pretty in this light ... Although the word was not appropriate, because boys shouldn't be pretty, he was rather handsome, even sexy.
The brown eyes that gleamed in the light of the lamp and reflected its warmth and mystery, he was now dimmed, absent. Zuma felt a slight tingling in her lower abdomen, she came closer to the boy, noiselessly ...
And then she saw what Chase was drawing. On a white sheet of paper there was a girl who ... was wearing only a long robe. And nothing else. Her pretty breasts protruding upwards were fully shown, with dark nipples drawn on dark skin, actually chocolate ... All skin was chocolate. The figure in the picture was sitting with one leg crossed, so nothing was visible except the thigh and a slightly twisted hip. The bathrobe flowed around her thin body, fringing her like delicate cascades of airy material. She had nice features, a round face and bright, shining eyes, slightly narrowed ...
Her whole face twisted in a grimace of pleasure, it was also expressed by slightly open lips and flushed cheeks. The hair barely touched the shoulders, but it was slightly disheveled, as if the girl had just got out of bed ... Zuma actually recognized right away who the drawing was ...
She put a warm hand on the boy's shoulder, and the boy almost jumped in place and turned away, dropping the pencil. When he saw her, his eyes widened, almost dread lurking in them. He knew she would be angry, that she would scream and probably come out slamming the door ...
But she just stared at him, blushing, unable to utter a word ...
- You have talent ... she said finally, after perhaps a minute of silence, her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes sparkled with a strange glow, they were also slightly hazy.
The boy did not know what to say, he stared at her in amazement, totally unable to react in any normal way ...
Zuma looked down a bit and raised her eyebrows slightly. He had a nice chest, the muscles on it were nicely outlined, not too much, the muscles on the stomach were the same, they were clear and begged to touch his skin and see if the muscles were really as steel to the touch as they seemed ...
Finally she lifted her head slightly to meet the gaze of his eyes. As intensely brown as never before ...
- Zuma, I'm sorry to you ... I don't even know how to explain myself. the boy finally found his tongue in his mouth and tried to somehow get out of this whole situation, even though it was actually hopeless ... The portrait looked like a photo, there could be no mistake.
- Don't make excuses, Chase ... She bit her lip lightly and began to slowly approach his mouth.
She was so close, she could feel his breath on her cool lips. He just closed his astonished eyes, put his hands on her hips and was about to touch her lips with his ... He was already so close, really right next to her, he was about to kiss her when the door to his room swung open.
- Oh, what's the hell on you ... they heard Skye's voice and almost immediately pulled away from each other.However, it was not enough, the girl saw everything, and she did not miss the fact that Chase is sitting practically undressed ... Er ... But we will start without you.
Zuma wanted to say something, but she didn't have time ... The door closed behind her as soon as it opened.
She turned towards him with a sigh, wanted to talk about the dinner, which was getting cold, but she simply did not have time ... She did not even have time to react, because the boy moved close to her and touched her lips with his lips and kissed her tenderly.
At first the girl felt as if she choked the air, and at the same time felt as if she couldn't breathe. Her heart beat faster than ever, she felt a pleasant tingling sensation in her whole body, warmth, as if something spreading through her veins was warming her whole.
She touched his neck with trembling fingers, and he pulled her against him, tightening his arms around her waist even more. He kissed her tenderly, softly, and desperately at the same time, as if afraid that he would never be able to touch her lips again. He stroked her back tenderly, along the waist and hips, and she was touching his cheeks desperately, the hair she was tangling her fingers in, and she was pulling him to her, throwing her arms around his neck.
He pulled away from her with a loud peck.
They looked at each other with penetrating glances, her lips were moist and parted, he was breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon.
- Let's go ... maybe ... to this dinner. he whispered, resting his forehead on hers, staring directly into her eyes.
- Mhh ... In a moment.
And she clung to him for a moment, losing herself in a tender and passionate kiss ...