Calista
As dessert arrived- a decadent chocolate mousse garnished with edible gold leaf- I found myself nodding slowly. "I'll be there, Cedric," I finally replied, her voice a gentle promise. "I will continue to model for you," I finally replied, giving Cedric my consent. His eyes widened with a smile that lit up his face.
"I knew I wasn't wrong about you," he chuckled warmly.
I am glad that I am making him smile instead of making this more awkward than ever.
Cedric and I often meet in his studio, a separate space from his apartment where I pose for him. It's a relief not to encounter other men curious about my whereabouts, allowing me to focus solely on Cedric. He maintains a professional demeanor during our sessions.
Currently, I'm seated on a couch across from him. The atmosphere feels charged with creative energy, and I sense it's nearing the end of our session.
"Are you tired?" He asked while staring at me.