“Place your hand over mine,” she said, and I hesitated a moment before she gave me an encouraging nod. “Come on. I won’t bite.” I shuffled closer to both her and the easel, our bodies nearly touching. The scent of her hair, her skin, calmed me, making me forget about my worries, my fears. All I could see and feel and think of was her. “Now,” she said, and I could almost feel her voice vibrating through her back and into my chest, my heart. “I’m going to close my eyes. Pretend I know nothing about drawing. Teach me.”
