Jasmine tried her best to not blush too hard, as her focus was completely taken away from her work and now mostly aimed at Marcus who was working hard himself. She breathed in and exhaled softly then tried to get herself out of her own stupor.

She told this man of her attraction to him and his reaction was deep but also simple. She didn't know how to stop thinking of his words and how strongly they affected her.

She was losing focus again. She swore then continued writing to get the junk pile of words out of her head. She hadn't realized how her words that she was writing had changed. She was describing his face, the hard softness of his features, the sharpness of his cheekbones, so sharp that if she ran her fingertips over them that she might ending up cutting herself on them. His deep gaze and sterling blue eyes that called for her attention, they were like a spell trapping her in. His winning smile was what that truly stole her attention away. His dimples were like deep pools that she wanted to give into, and his hands—the hands he used to mold and shape and create... She wanted to feel them running over every curve, she wanted him to drug me with his touch, I desperately wanted to drink from this forbidden wine that teased me so wickedly.

She snapped out of her thoughts once she heard Marcus's voice. Her head lifted to see his face, his eyes smiling along with his lips. "I'm done."

"Y—you are?"

"Yes, it's a bit of a rough sketch, but it's still captures your beauty." she slowly pushed back her chair, then stood as she walked over to him. Her eyes fell upon his work and she gasped. Even though it was only a sketch, it resembled her flawlessly. Her hair, and cheeks and lips, no one ever made her lips look so nice and natural, she choked back her tears and looked up at him. He was still admiring her face on his canvas. "Wow..."

He glanced down at her and smiled until it brightened his eyes. "You're welcome. You can have it if you want."

She shook her head, "I couldn't possibly."

"Oh come now, take this as an apology for getting you flustered earlier."

She blushed and nodded stiffly. "Thank you then."

"Did you manage to get all the junk out of your head?" he asked as he tapped his forehead. He took the canvas off the easel then turned around to face her when he realized he hadn't gotten an answer. But she couldn't, she hadn't continue her writing dump instead she was describing him and what she'd like to do to him or have him do to her. He smiled and then began walking towards her book. "Do you mind if I—." before he could finish that sentence she raced forward and snatched the book up. "No, it's crap—a complete turn off from my work and of course you don't want to read trash right?"

He chuckled and nodded to her delight. "I won't judge you based off of it Jazz. May I?" he extended his hand, as she bit her lip with a gulp. Marcus bent over her and took the book from her reluctant hands. This is how she was going to die, from pure embarrassment infront of a Greek God. Well, at least she'd have a good view before her death.

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. Jasmine wished she'd evaporate from sight and never see him again. He looked up at her and she braced herself then held her head and closed her book in his hand and took it back. "Judge me all you want, but I regret nothing," *Kind of.* she thought.

"I'm not going to judge you for expressing your self adoration for me. I think this is the sweetest thing I've ever read about myself. Thank you." Jasmine had to take a moment to let his words he processed in her head.

"What?"

"I like it Jazz. Thank you." he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her temple. Her cheeks reddened and she was frozen from the loss of words.