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The exchange student that your parents are hosting is...really cute.

Wouter, a 17 year-old boy from the Netherlands, is more polite than any boy you've ever met. His English is great, and he loves art, and he's so sweet.

And you cannot date him.

Still, you let your mind wander. A lot. You take Wouter out to see tourist traps, watch movies with him in the living room—you're basically best friends. Sometimes you even draw together.

He is a very good artist.

You've watched him draw more times than most people—his hands are so strong, it seems, so sure of their movements around the paper. It's not something that would turn most people on, but you are insanely into it.

Tonight, after a trip with Wouter to In-N-Out, you're trying to sleep. You toss and turn in bed, like maybe if you find the right angle, some mystical puzzle piece will click into place and you'll drift off. The puzzle piece is unresponsive.

And then you start thinking of Wouter, and his hands...

You end up across the hall, in his room.

Wouter's sitting at his oak desk, shirtless and in plaid pajama pants, sketching out a portrait of you like he's some kind of rom-com male lead.

"Um...hi." He fixes his glasses.