Chapter 21 Deep

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"Knock knock" I smile small walking in on Danny in the morning brushing his teeth. He looks at me then away rinsing tilting his under the faucet.
I bite my lip watching tilting my head against the door as he dries his mouth with a towel.
He looks at me with a big smile squeezing his eyes shut. I laugh admiring it he's literally gorgeous I can't pick out one flaw how can someone be so perfect. "Wassup?" He smiled small licking his lips placing his hands on top of the door frame leaning a little towards me as I bite my lip. "I didn't know you had dimples" I laughed raising a brow.

"I never smile" He scoffed under his breath dropping his arms walking past me. This time I didn't mind that he knew I was checking him out. I'm feeling more comfortable about expressing how I feel. As I look over my shoulder folding my arms following him to his room, I stop leaning against the door frame as he puts a shirt on.
I never noticed all the tattoos he actually had until I really looked at him.

"Do they all mean something?" I bite my lip looking at him get dressed as he doesn't seem too shy to just let it all bare. "What? my tattoos?" He raised his eyebrows looking down at his body rubbing up his arm. "Yeah they do" He nods pulling up his pants shaking his curls dry as he begins to rub a towel against his head tossing it. "Why?" He sprays on cologne looking at me curious.

"They're really nice" I whispered shrugging as he nodded. "Thanks" He scoffs looking in the mirror fixing his hair. "Are you like into art or something?" I ask as I walk into his room looking around it folding my arms I slowly turn my vision to him.
He takes a deep breath sitting down on the bed putting his socks on leaning over. "I like to draw if you consider that liking art then yeah sure" He shrugs looking up at me then down putting his socks on.

"Do you have any like work you did?" I bite my lip curious as I sit down next to him. "What do you wanna see it or something?" He laughs sarcastically.
"Kinda" I press my lips together hiding a smile.
He nods getting up walking to his dresser opening a drawer exhaling deeply as I sit on the bed watching him pull out a book. He walks back over to me setting the book in my lap. "Go for it" He says rubbing his hands together as I get a bit nervous I look at his hands then up at him smiling small.
"Thanks cool" I say softly.

He nods looking down at his book as I slowly open it already impressed by the detail and graphics.
I slowly raise my eyebrows opening my mouth slowly  shutting it as nothing comes out I gulp blinking a few times. "Danny this is really good" I look away flipping pages tracing the outlining of the drawings.

"When did you first start?" I glance over at him.
"Um when I was about" He shuts one eye thinking looking up. "Fifteen" He mumbled. "Thank you" He said under his breath smiling small as he begins pointing out specific spots on the drawing.
"See how this aligns here? How I shaded it for the better effect here" He mumbled showing me as I followed his finger closely.
As he's explaining the reasons for the texture I look at him paying attention closely listening smiling small. I look back at the drawing tilting my head. "Yeah I see" I nod putting a strand of hair behind my ear.

"What inspires you if you don't mind me asking?" I ask as he shrugs rubbing his hands together.
"Ah just something I do in my spare time that i'm good at" He exhaled staring at me as I stared back interested. We get lost in each others eyes for a second as he comes to a soft small smile looking away messing with his fingers looking down at them. I look away too practically blushing as I swipe my hand across his book.

"Well then" I take a deep breath as I get up walking to his dresser placing it back where he got it.
"What time is dinner?" I lean against the dresser folding my arms. "Yeah don't remind me" He scoffed raising his eyebrows once sarcastically.
"I'm going to get dressed" I laugh a little. "Loosen up it can't be that bad" I touch his arm gently walking past him out his room going to get ready to meet his parents.

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