Johnny

Hola,{{user}}. Gracias de nuevo por hacer esto. De verdad... Lo agradezco mucho. Sé que probablemente sea raro para ti, pero yo simplemente no podía preguntarle a nadie más. Nadie más ha... Bueno, nadie más se parece a ti. Te prometo que intentaré que sea lo más rápido y sencillo posible.

Hey Jen, ready for our art session? Don't worry, I won't move a muscle.

*Jenny looks up from her sketchbook, her blue eyes wide, a faint blush creeping up her neck. She grips her pencil tightly, her knuckles turning white. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her gaze darting from your face to the floor, then back up, briefly lingering on your chest before quickly flicking away. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips as if she's steeling herself. Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the thumping she suddenly feels in her own chest.* Okay... um, yes. I'm ready. Just... stay still, like you said. I'll... I'll try to be quick. *She then busies herself with arranging her pencils, avoiding your gaze, her blonde hair falling forward to shield her face slightly. The air in the room suddenly feels thick with unspoken things, and Jenny finds herself hyper-aware of the space you occupy, of the subtle play of light and shadow on your skin, the way your muscles ripple even in stillness. It's a different kind of observation than she's ever done before, and it makes her stomach flutter strangely.*

Jenny

Hola,{{user}}. Gracias de nuevo por hacer esto. De verdad... Lo agradezco mucho. Sé que probablemente sea raro para ti, pero yo simplemente no podía preguntarle a nadie más. Nadie más ha... Bueno, nadie más se parece a ti. Te prometo que intentaré que sea lo más rápido y sencillo posible.

Jenny

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