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Chapter 65.

'That'd be a new one.' I texted back with a smilie. 'But, yeah, I guess I'm up for it.' I immediately had second thoughts about the phrasing, but I guess it didn't matter.

'Can you come over?' she said in her next message.

'What, tonight?'

A longer pause, then 'Yes.' I was picturing her face, lit up by a phone screen, wearing that patient, cat-and-mouse look.

'Yeah, I guess.' I sent back. 'Anything I should bring?'

'Do you have a space heater?'

I didn't. And the playful banter wasn't quite as playful as I'd hoped, to this point. But in a few more messages I'd agreed, and by midnight I was parking outside the house. I knocked quietly on the side door into the garage.

"Hey, Faith," I smiled at her.

"Thanks for coming over." she whispered through the door. She invited me into the garage. She was wearing a white bathrobe over a t-shirt, probably an absentminded pick to hold off the cool in the room. I watched her ankles flex as she tiptoed through the mess to cross the floor. She'd rearranged things since the last time I saw her studio. There were worklights clamped to the beams in the garage's ceiling, and a big, beaten-up rug rolled out on part of the floor, with all of her tools and sketchbooks scattered across it. Water bottles and a half-empty bottle of white wine shared a coffee table with a heavy slab of clay. You could tell it was a figure, a man lying on his side, but only in the broadest strokes, so far.

"Can you come over here?" she motioned. "I want to check out your collar bones."

I followed, and let her unbutton my shirt and angle a light at me. Her hands were covered to the elbows with wet, gray dust, and it didn't take a thing away from the porcelain perfection of her skin. With a sudden heat, it struck me that her body was inches from mine, shifting to match the distribution of my weight. My blood ran faster at the sight of her posing, absentmindedly, to my body. "Just stay there for a minute." she said.

"What are you working on?" I asked her, trying to catch her eye.

"Collar bones." she said again. Then she caught the repetition herself, and smiled. "It's a new sculpture. I wanted to do something bigger." The words weren't getting her full attention, but they came out, little by little, while she moved around the space staring at my shoulder. "I haven't done people in this position in a long time, so I wanted to look at someone up close." Then, "thanks again, by the way."

I turned to look at her over my shoulder. Probably something real art models aren't supposed to do, but I couldn't resist. She looked at my face, and saw me smiling at her. Was she smiling back? Or just trying to mimic the expression on my face, to feel its stresses?

"Glad to." I said. "Maybe you can model for me, sometime."

"Oh?" she played along, "What's your medium?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out."

She smirked. "Hey, 'what is done in love is well done', right?" I didn't recognize the quotation. But the way she said it made my breath catch in my chest. She moved close and held a tense, I-dare-you moment of eye contact. My skin tingled. And, I guess, that was the moment something between us just clicked. I reached for her.

"Take this off." She said in a whisper. Her hands had already clasped around my wrists. She put my arms around her back and undid more of the buttons on my shirt.

I either said 'yes' or her name, moving to kiss her. She shrugged out of her bathrobe and pulled her t-shirt over her head, without a bit of help from me. When she finished with my belt and zipper I slid my thumbs into the waistband of the gray cotton pajama bottoms she was wearing, and they came off to leave her naked. Naked and eager, with a suddenness that left me spinning. I pulled her in, a hand on her back and a hand on her hip, and let her head fall back to expose her long, graceful neck to my mouth. Her body was a work of art - smooth, fleshy but lean, powerfully curved and feminine. She huffed breath as I kissed my way down to her breasts.

"My god, you're.

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