Chapter 20: The Hour

"One hour," Yeo-reum said. "Hold one pose for one hour."

It was Thursday night, and 402 was dark except for a single lamp on the floor.

She had dragged the only armchair into the middle of the room and turned it toward the window, where the city made a low orange glow.

Jin-woo stood in front of it in his shirtsleeves, with the aids still in.

"For the drawing?" he asked.

"For me."

"What is the pose?"

"You're sitting in the chair," she said.

"Your hands go on the arms."

"You look at me."

"You don't move, and you don't help, whatever I do."

He looked at the chair, then at her.

"For an hour."

"You told me you've never given anyone a whole hour of anything," she said. "Give it to me."

His eyes darkened.

He took the aids out himself, and handed them over, and she put them in the gray case and shut it.

Then he sat.

His hands lay along the arms of the chair, long and scarred at the thumb, and his back was straight.

She set her phone on the floor, with the timer running.

"Good," she said. "You're so good."

She felt his breath catch from across the room.

She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him with her sketchbook, in his gray shirt and nothing under it, and drew his face.

She drew the line of his throat, and then the line of his collarbone where the shirt fell open.

Every few strokes she looked up, and every time she looked up he was already looking at her.

"Don't blink so much," she said.

"I am blinking at a normal rate."

"You're blinking at a nervous rate."

"I am a nervous man."

"Hold still."

Ten minutes passed.

She finished the first page and began another.

Then she put the pencil down on the floor and crawled forward on her hands and knees.

His breath came faster.

She laid her palms on his shins and slid them up, slowly, over the cloth of his trousers, to the knees.

His fingers curled on the arms of the chair.

"Hands," she said.

They flattened.

"Good."

She undid his belt, slowly, with her eyes on his face.

He did not move, and a muscle ticked in his jaw.

She took her time, as she took her time with a line she meant to keep.

She drew her mouth down the length of his stomach, kissing the thin scar and then freeing his thick, hard cock from his trousers.

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