“Seriously. How you don’t have an STI at this point is mind-boggling.” Marcus shakes his head from next to me before dabbing his paintbrush in a blue color and starting his work of painting Jasper.
“Aren’t you glad you’re here?” I ask Noah. Based on the look of concentration on his face, he’s already hard at work painting me.
Not to be outdone by him, I grab my own paintbrush and start in on my canvas. The last time I painted had to be in kindergarten with finger paints.
By the time I was old enough to express interest in anything, I was already playing hockey. If I had any creativeness inside me, I put it all on the ice.
Swirling the paints on my tray together, I study Noah with more concentration than this exercise calls for.
But it’s an easy excuse to look at him.
Because Noah Fields is quite possibly one of the sexiest people I’ve ever laid eyes on.
The dark brown hair that’s always falling into his even darker brown eyes.
The way his lips curl up into a playful smile.
The strong set of his jaw.
And that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
Trying to stop my head from going down the “why is Noah sexy” road, I turn my focus back to the canvas in front of me and can’t help but laugh.
“What?” Noah chimes in from across the table. “Do I look sexy as hell?”
Marcus peers over and lets out a belly laugh. “You do know that he isn’t an alien, right?”
“Shit.”
In letting my thoughts run wild about the man I’m supposed to be painting, I mixed the paint wrong, with Noah’s skin being green and his hair being a light orange color.
“You really should be paying more attention,” Jasper agrees. “I don’t know if anyone would want to buy that. It’d give kids nightmares.”
“You’re an asshole.” I shove him back over to where his own canvas is. “Yours isn’t much better.”
Marcus looks like he has one eye that overtakes his entire head. A small line looks like it’s supposed to be his mouth, but you can’t really tell.
“Would you like a new canvas?” the instructor asks as she comes around. Her face is one of shock as she takes in the canvases at our table. “You still have enough time to start over.”
“Uhh, sure. I guess so,” I tell her.
“We can dispose of this if you’d like.”
“No!” Noah chimes in. “I want to keep it.”
“You really want to keep this?” I ask him. I’m starting to question this man’s sanity.
“I want to hang it in the living room when we get home. It’s hilarious.”
“Fuck off, you asshole.”
“Wouldn’t you like that.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.
“How about we hang this in the locker room? We could use it for darts,” Jasper tells us. “Rough up this guy’s mug.”
“Not enough darts in the world to do that,” Noah quips.
The instructor’s head is swiveling around between all of us, looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. I don’t think she knew what she signed up for when she agreed to have the Knights here for a little team bonding and PR.
