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so I ’ m sure you ’ ll come close. ”
    “ God, Ian! ” Sweat pooled in my armpits and I
wasn ’ t
sure if it was from the actual late spring heat or the thought of drawing my
roommate with no clothes on. Probably a little of both. Definitely a little of
both. “ I
can ’ t
see you naked! ”
    “ Love, you ’ ve seen me naked hundreds of times. ” Ian draped an arm coolly across my
sticky shoulder.
    “ Yes, I ’ ve seen you naked. But I ’ ve never studied you naked, Ian. ” My insides stung like they were grimacing painfully. “ There ’ s a difference. ”
    “ Aren ’ t you the one always saying how
beautiful the male body is? I ’ ve
seen your sketchpads, Jules. You can ’ t
fool me. You love a hot nakey man almost as much as I do. ” Ian raked his fingers through his
golden hair, which had grown to nearly his shoulders over the last few months.
Man, was he so sexy, and man, did he so like men. It sort of killed me and
sort of made me relieved, because I honestly think it would be intimidating to
be with someone as good looking as Ian.
    “ Wait. ” My roommate stopped dead in his
tracks. His feet were anchors dropped onto the gritty city sidewalk, his legs
the taut chain. “ Don ’ t tell me you ’ re all suits and ties now since that
run-in at the museum with that gorgeous man you haven ’ t stopped talking about. You ’ ve been converted, Jules! ”
    “ No I haven ’ t, ” I laughed nervously as I leaned my
shoulder into his side to throw him off balance. “ I can appreciate the male body in all
forms, both clothed and unclothed. ”
    We
rounded 26 th street in a horseshoe toward campus.
    “ Well, good to hear because you ’ ll get to appreciate a whole lotta me
in about ten minutes. ”

 
    “ Is the AC broken in here? Hell, it
has to be a thousand degrees. ” The girl next to me cooled her face with a makeshift fan she ’ d torn from her notepad. The ample
cleavage that spilled from the deep scoop of collar was dewy with sweat.
    “ Totally agree, ” another student at my left
concurred.
    We
were in class and yes, it was hot, but I didn ’ t think a faulty air conditioning
unit was to blame. I think my smoldering roommate likely had more to do with
it.
    “ Shhh, that ’ s my roommate, ” I murmured under my breath. Ian
heard me. I could clearly see the corners of his lips tip upward. Even with his
back to me (I ’ d
selected my seat in the studio quite strategically today), his expression
couldn ’ t
be sheltered.
    “ Your roommate? Can you give him my
number? ” Fan-girl fluttered her cheeks again and slid a piece of scratch paper my
direction. Her phone number was scrawled across it with the blocky penmanship
of a four-year-old.
    “ Sure, I can, but he probably won ’ t use it. He ’ s not looking for a relationship. ” Or for a female.
    “ Good, ” she smirked haughtily. Thick clumps
of mascara crinkled around her much-too-made-up eyes. I wasn ’ t sure why she had spiders for
eyelashes, but maybe she had some kind of arachnid fetish. I couldn ’ t judge her for that. We all had our
quirks, I completely got that. “ Neither
am I. Sounds like a perfect fit. ”
    “ Not really, ” I laughed, but stowed her number
away in my bag just to end the conversation, almost feeling the disappointment
I knew she ’ d
experience in never getting that call.
    So
far I ’ d
only gotten to Ian ’ s
trapezoids and I really wanted to at least highlight the taper of his narrow
waist that looked so good from this perspective with the warm glow of light
rippling down it in contoured waves. Ian had been a competitive swimmer back in
high school, and while he no longer kept up with the sport, his body maintained
that sleek, toned physique regardless.
    “ Ten more minutes, class, ” Professor Seyforth sang out. She
waltzed around the room with her fingers steepled up to her mouth and her
glasses slid low on her button nose. I loved how her Bohemian dress swam around
her legs as