Flickering candlelight soon filled the painter’s studio apartment. The white walls came alive with shadows and warm light that reflected off the red concrete floor as Savannah carefully arranged her new subject. Cory, for his part, watched with keen blue eyes that danced in the dim lighting as the red haired girl he’d spent most of his young life crushing on carefully shifted his positioning. His pulse quickened as she ran her fingertips over his shoulder, gently pressing him back so that he leaned languorously in the chair with one ankle tucked under his other leg. With her other hand, she brought his arm up, bending at the elbow, which came to rest on the arm of the chair. She placed the hand of the bent arm across his chest, curling his fingers in such a way that they rested across his
