The rays of sunset enter the room from the window, shining the small coffee table on the middle of you two. There's a soft jazz playing on the background. It feels so peaceful and magical.

"My love...how much longer do I have to stay in this position?" His voice are tender and warm. He was sitting on the wooden chair, shirtless and unmoved. He was posing for your painting. There's no smile craved on his face but you can tell that he was clearly enjoying doing this activity with you.