May I paint you? (TordMatt)

Chapter 3

Matt's pov

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Tord wasn't in his bed. I got up and put on my shirt. I followed the smell and it led me to this small kitchen.

Tord was shirtless but his back was facing me. I don't think he noticed me. He poured coffee into a small mug. “Morning Tord,” I said with a slight yawn. He turned around. He had abs and the whole shebang.

“Morning Matt,” he said. He handed me the mug. “Have some coffee. You don't want to be tired,” he said with a smile. Tord seems to be opening up more. I'm still distracted by his abs.

“You work out?” I asked. “I worked in the military for seven years,” he said. “I still work out a bit to stay in shape,” he added.

“When are you going to paint me?” I asked as I looked down at the coffee. “Whenever you like. I don't mind,” he replied. He turned around and got another cup. I took a long sip of coffee. “Later. I want to go home real quick to get ready,” I said.

“Alright. After the painting, maybe we could go out to eat. It's my way of saying thanks,” he said.

Damn. I thought he was asking me out.

Tord then passed me and left the kitchen, leaving me alone. I heard Tord say some stuff in another language. I could barely make it out. “Kommer du til engelen?” I heard him ask.

“What?” I asked. “Oh sorry. Are you coming?” he asked. “Oh uh. Yes,” I said as I walked out of the kitchen to follow him. Tord looked at me.

“Du er kjekk,” he said. I tilted my head in confuzzlement. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” he said. “It's not nothing if you said it,” I said. Tord seemed to blush slightly.

I think he took what I said to another level. I don't mind. It's better if he finds out. He's probably not even gay.

“I'll tell you later. I'm going to take a shower,” he said as he grabbed some fresh clothes. “I'll see you later,” he said before walking off.

I went back into his bedroom and grabbed my jacket. I then left the building to find my apartment. The rain luckily stopped.

-Time skip-

It's been about two hours since I got home. I shaved and made sure I looked even better than perfect for the painting. I brought a robe, but kept my signature purple hoodie with jeans on. My jeans are slightly ripped, but luckily it still looks stylish.

I then headed back to where Tord lives. I snuck in instead of knocking. I walked over to the main room. The room with the paintings of the woman. I held my bag close. The bag contained rose petals and only one single rose without thorns.

I then walked over to Tord’s room. He wasn't there. Where is he? “Matt! I'm in the room next to the kitchen,” I heard Tord yell. I followed his voice instead of his directions.

When I entered the room, Tord stopped to look at me. He then smiled. “I know this will sound weird but, you realize for a nude painting to happen, I will need you to take off your clothes right?” he asked. He chuckled slightly.

His laugh set off a million butterflies to burst in my stomach.

Oh God.

I think I'm in love.

A/N- Sorry for my crappy Norwegian. I'm still learning and messing up miserably haha- Anyways. Hope you all like the story so far. I swear it will get more interesting in the next chapters.