She closed the door behind her and turned around. Next thing she knew, she found her lips being attacked by the man she had just invited up to her room.

A rash decision, she knew.

"What the hell are you doing!" She shrieked, hammering on his chest to make
him let go.
Which he did, look confusedly down at her.
"You don't like it?"
"I didn't invite you here to sexually assault me!"
"...What? You mean when you said you wanted to sketch me, you actually
wanted to sketch me?"
"Yes."
"Bloody hell."

...Nice one!

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HOLY CRAP HE IS FREAKING CUTE!!! And no I'm not talking about Eamon Sullivan even though he is a hottie.

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