You and Tom had just got done doing the deed, the devils tango, shagging. Whatever you'd prefer to call it

He had cleaned you up, like the gentleman that he is, before getting up out of bed.

He pulled on a pair of boxers as he moved to his desk, getting out a sketch book and charcoal pencils.

"Can I draw you, darling?" He asked as he sat down in his desk chair, staring at your nude body.

You didn't even know he could draw.