Chapter 277
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"So things went well, I gather?"
Nate chuckles at my nervous energy, watching me pace back and forth behind the couch. "Yes, I'd say the appointment far exceeded my expectations."
"Your hair's kind of a mess," he teases.
"Oh, I didn't even look. It doesn't matter. So listen, Bella said this thing, about me putting her on a pedestal."
"Ah. It's easy to disappoint people from up there."
"She feels like she disappointed me? But, I'm the one who messed up."
"In a relationship, it's never just one person. You can't take on all the blame without invalidating her experience."
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==8 BPOV 8==
As soon as I'm confident I can open the sketch book without dripping tears on the precious pages, I venture to peel back the cover and explore inside.
The first few pages are just faces—my face, specifically—exhibiting every expression imaginable. Playful, pensive, silly, surprised, sad, smoldering.
Wow, do I really look like that?
Then he moves into small studies of various random body parts. A hand, a knee, my neck, a breast, my thighs, and oh my, the little heart-shaped patch.
It feels crazy flattering, to feel so intimately known and thoroughly digested by another.
By a lover.
A/N: I'd love to see what mr h might conjure if he tried to draw me. He excels at stick figures (watch out Jayme D!). Turns out it was Whiti who had the idea that E sketch Bella, so THANK YOU for that. And thank you, Robin J-R for pulling Bella off the soapbox and sticking her on a pedestal for me. What on EARTH would I do without my wonderful readers? XXX ~BOH