You can’t fuss about it unless you’re about to volunteer to be my muse.” My eyebrows lifted. “I’m not getting naked for you to paint me like one of your French girls.” “See?” he sucked his teeth. “I don’t even paint French girls – I do performance art.” “What does that even mean?” “It means, keeping up with your Titanic reference, I’m performing a scene where we both get on the door in the water, cause goddamnit there was room.”
