„You'll fit in, and we'll hang back and observe from the shadows. Whatever happens, don't leave my side. If you need to piss, go in the woods now.”
I pin him with a sharp look. „If you think I'd ever pee in public, you don't know me at all. I'm good, but if I wasn't, I'd just hold it.”
He chuckles. „Such a badass.”
„I like to draw people because human nature fascinates me,” he explains. „I sketch the people in my life because I want to immortalize them on my page. I want to capture certain memories so I can look back and always remember them the way I want to remember them. Other times, I draw strangers. Those who intrigue me. Those who stand out by their individuality or their quirkiness. And I'm especially drawn to those who are an enigma. Those people whose inner beauty radiates from their every pore like a beacon. That's why I do it.”
„I hate you,” I say, tapping Galen's arm so he'll release me. He loosens his hold, and I slide to my knees on the floor in front of him.
„You love me.” Saint's eyes flash darkly as he bends over me, cupping my chin. „And you love how much we want you, and you want us too. You don't need to say it. We all see it in your eyes.”
I'm already regretting leaving my jacket in the car. I'm not shy about my body, far from it, but I hate assholes who believe they have a Godgiven right to objectify a woman just because she's wearing a sexy dress. I should be able to wear whatever the hell I want without being perved on.