you lost count of how many canvases you have already filled with his mesmerizing features, and yet none of them come even close enough to gaze at his beauty. As a ray of sunshine graces his perfectly fair skin, he stands still, gaze on you, and your own focused lineaments.

"How many more of these are you gonna make?"

he mumbles curtly, blushing lightly at how you seem to drink in every last drop of his appearance