He was halfway down a page already, her spine arched, her arms above her head, loose strands of hair curling like vines down her neck. Again. For the sixth time this week. The sketchbook in his lap might as well have been a confession written in ink and shame. Fucking creepy stalker shit. This is why I don’t talk to people. With her I’m two steps away from jerking off in the janitor’s closet like some deranged art school reject.

Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands

Now I Wanna Be Your Dog -The Stooges

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