Ciaran stopped shading in a nipple and glanced up. He flicked the photograph of Regan underneath his paper as he moved his hand away from his drawing and leaned back in his chair.

The Mormon chick was staring at his work.

Folding his arms over his chest, Ciaran watched the girl's cheeks flush red. What, did she close her eyes everytime she got undressed? This shouldnt have been anything new to her.

"There something wrong with my sketch?"