“I think you’d be real”

We laid there, tangled, naked. Slow caresses and trailing fingers. Longing looks and gentle kisses.

She looked over my entire body for the first time.

I placed my hand on her arm and caught her attention. Her eyes were kind and full of awe.

"I’m trying to decide what color you would be." (she’s an artist. she’s thinking about painting me.)

"I think you’d be real. And, that’s scary for me."