Derek is an artist and wants to tell/show braeden that she's his muse
“You want to paint me?” she asked eyebrow raised, Derek sat across from her, shirtless and covered in splatters of paint.
“Would you let me?” he asked shyly. Braeden shrugged and flipped another page in her magazine.
“There are so many things to paint Derek. Why me?” Derek scoffed at her words and got up to sit next to her.
“Have you seen yourself lately? You are the definition of beautiful.” She rolled her eyes playfully.
“What? I am serious.” He clarified, gently taking the magazine from her and placing it on the coffee table next to her feet.
“Braeden you are the reason I see beauty in everything.” She froze, met his eyes and waited for the rest.
“You are the reason I try, you inspire everything Ive done, and everything I will ever do. You are on my mind as I paint the stars in the sky, the waves crashing to the shore, I am trying to capture beauty..like yours.”
Braeden felt the butterflies in her stomach go into a fit as he spoke.
“But I haven’t. And I am not satisfied. So I need you. To sit there and let me try to capture your beauty how I see it. It wont just be a portrait. It’ll be..everything I see when I look at you. Hopefully I can capture it how I am visualizing it but-”
“Stop.” Braeden stuttered out, Derek didn’t realize she was crying at that point, a flash of concern hit his eyes.
“Please just stop.” She whispered. Derek froze, nervous.
“I have never in my life felt this way about a person before. And if you can capture how I feel with this painting as well as how you feel I will sit on that stool for years.” She said placing a hand on his face, he felt tears in his eyes as well before leaning in and placing a slow kiss to her lips.