“What are you drawing?” A shadow fell across my paper.
My gaze followed Corin as he eased down on the metal bench beside me. He had such amazing cornflower blue eyes, a color that didn’t exist anywhere else outside of a crayon box. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him and blushed at the thought of running the tips of my fingers along the edge of his jaw where he was starting to grow the first inklings of a blond beard.
“A dragon,” I stuttered as I gathered my wits. “What happened to your arm?” My amazement that the perfect specimen of sexy was speaking to me made my brain momentarily NSFW and it wasn’t until he was struggling to open a copy of The Grapes of Wrathwith one hand that I noticed the sling.