“I took those when I was a kid,” Matt said. “They’re amazing.” I stood to get a closer look and Matt followed. “She was like your first muse.” I turned and looked up into his dark, squinting eyes. Everything froze for a moment. He looked at my mouth, slightly parted. He ran his fingertips down my cheek and the callused pads of his thumbs felt divine against my skin. I shivered. “You’re my first muse, Grace.”
