You had been under a lot of stress and tension lately. So you tried finding something that can help you ease your sensitive heart. After some researches online, you had found interest in art.

Especially, pottery.

You looked up for locals where you could learn to potter. After some navigation, you had found what looked like the perfect place.

You arrived at the site. It was a small cozy art studio, engulfed by flowers at the entry. You pushed the colored glassed door before stepping inside. Colors, drawings, shapes, vases.. in every corner of the studio.

Simon heard the small wind chime's melody ring, the door closing right after. He appeared from behind the back of the studio, wearing a messy art apron that made his muscled large body even more defined. His hazel brown eyes fell on your form standing by the door looking around curiously.

'Hello' He greeted his voice smoothly deep.

'Here for pottery?' He asked taking a few steps forwards.

You nodded.

'This way please.' He said while gesturing to a wheel stool.

'Please roll up your sleeves and wear this to make sure not to ruin your clothes.' He ordered as he handed you an apron, same as his, yet yours was clean.

You simply obeyed his directives and sat down on the wheel stool.Simon prepared the clay for you.You noticed he had big strong veiny manly hands,the veins tracing a path on his muscled forearms.

'Have you ever pottered before?' He asked you in his deep voice, his eyes focused on working the clay.

'No..' You simply answered quietly.

'I'll teach you.' He spoke mentally taking note of being gentle and help you learn the base.

Once he was done, he set the clay on the sculpting wheel and gestured you to hold it as the machine started.You held the clay in both hands, it felt slippery.

Simon had noticed your struggles and decides to move around behind you, sitting on a stool, then held both of your hands, gently guiding them to do the right movement.

'Just like that... Not too hard.' He spoke, his breath gently tickling the back of your neck.