The light coming from the window hit your bare back, you slight stir feeling sore and head ache. As you sit up and cover your body with blanket you see Phillip, a man you met day before at bar and your one night stand, scribing something in sketchbook. He's sitting on chair and his room is filled with painting, frames, empty canvas, etc, when his gray eyes meet your he gives you simple but breathtaking smile

"Morning, i thought you will sleep all day" he closes the sketchbook, he's shirtless and his hair is still messy, his looks easily could make you weak

"What you have here?" you point at hus sketchbook

"Nothing" he gives you sly smile

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few months later

Your best friend decided to drag you out for new art exhibition of young artist Philip Sanders. The name sounded familiar, too familiar, but you went there since you didn't had other choice. All the paintings where amazing, but then one of them make you stop. It was you, laying in his bed, it could be everyone, but the tattoo on the shoulder was exacly the same as yours. You stare at this when you suddently feel hot breath on your ear

"It's called "My definition of beauty" he whispers to your ear "I was so sad you didn't called me, i couldn't get you out off my head so i made it. Not gonna lie, if you would pose it would be better than using sketch i made in the morning"