“You wouldn’t like me in the morning,” he pointed out, settling into one of the couches. He would wait for her to retrieve her drawings, he was genuinely interested in seeing them. Just not setting foot into her room. That would’ve been tough to explain.
“I’m willing to take that risk. I’d like to keep my balls.” He laughed, looking down at his phone as it buzzed. He’d been getting odd messages all night from an admirer that loved his artwork, or rather, his face. The things this person said bordered on creep level. He thought about not posting pictures of himself, but photography was also a part of his blog.