Henry's POV
Do you know how long I've wanted you to draw me?
So why do you choose a time to do it when I am too ashamed to face myself, after implicating you AGAIN in a crime you haven't committed?
Every time I felt his gaze turning back to the paper, I opened my eyes to watch him draw.
What a precious moment, such a stunning sight—not only because it was me he drew, but because watching him alone was already a view in itself.
I heard somewhere that working men are the most attractive, and it's true.
He is most attractive when he fights, when he shoots, when he smirks, when he takes control, when he protects me, when he draws... when he just breathes.
My heart bled every time I heard him fold the paper to make a paper plane out of it; nevertheless, I forced my senses to stay alert so that I could catch each and every one of them.
And they kept coming, they kept flying, and my hands started to tremble, with so many precious treasures in my lap.
