The word no automatically escaped her lips when asked if anything was wrong, but from the look on his face and his movements suggested that he didn't believe her.
"Really, Dean. The portrait is brilliant," she said, reassuring him. Sitting up on the mattress, Hannah tucked her legs underneath her as one hand pulled the two halves of the robe together just below her throat.
"It's perfect. Too perfect," she confessed, looking down at the floor. She felt so self conscious right then sitting on the mattress in just her robe. "I mean, you see everything. The gigantic size of my thighs and the fat on my belly, the chubby cheeks on my face..."
Hannah stopped herself before her voice caught. Swallowing the lump in the throat she shrugged. Even though she was still looking at the floor, she turned so her back as to him. She didn't want to be tempted to look his way.
"You did an amazing drawing, I just don't find the subject very...appealing."