Lexi finished the last stroke of her paintbrush on the painting of Sloan. Even to her biased eye, the painting was amazing. She attributed it all to Sloan. He was the perfect model, beautiful, compelling and flawed. “Alright, I’m done. You can relax now.” Lexi said looking away from the intense stare he had been giving her the entire time she painted him. “Can I see?” Sloan asked quietly but hopefully. “Yes. It’s…It’s as much for you as it is for me.” Lexi stuttered, her stomach fluttered with nervous jitters, hoping that he’d like it. Sloan unfolded his lean muscular body from the steps of the gazebo and slowly walked towards her. Once he reached her, Lexi stepped back from the easel to give him a full view of her portrait. Sloan looked at her nervous as well, they simultaneously took a deep breath and Sloan turned to look at the painting of himself. He drew in a sharp breath at the artwork in front of him.
