Draw Me In by Megan Squires

Author:Megan Squires [Squires, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Megan Squires
Published: 2014-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Well, after all of that toasting, I was definitely toasted. Which, one would think, might actually help with the whole jet lag issue because I should feel that drowsiness which typically accompanied being drunk. Just the opposite.

I was buzzed. Like everything from my brain to my heart to my fingertips twitched with energy pumping through me. In fact, I was pretty sure I could conduct my own electricity right now based on that charged sensation alone.

Back in my room, I decided to test out that drunken theory, so I scraped my socks along the dense reeds of carpet, shuffling toward Renaldo just to see if he and I had that same literal spark I shared with his grandson. Stretching out a crooked E.T.-like finger, I was just about make contact with the statue’s carved shoulder when my last little static shuffle ended in me completely bailing and slamming my cheek into the side of his solid, cold face.

Though Renaldo was securely fastened to a three-foot marble column, the impact was enough that even the base wobbled from the force. I was desperate not to break the Carducci family heirloom to smithereens, so I wrapped my arms tightly around the column, hugging the statue to my chest, our cheeks still squished together.

That was a close one. And now that we were actually this close, I realized that Renaldo was not creepy at all. In fact, he was quite lovely. My face was still pressed to his, and I closed my eyes and loosened my death grip on him just a touch. Relaxed my shoulders. Slowed my breath.

Aw, this was nice.

You’re not a scary, sparkly man, Renaldo. You’re very solid. In fact, your shoulders feel a lot like Leo’s, all broad and squared. And your jaw is remarkably chiseled like his. Wow. It even feels like his, minus the five-o’clock stubble. Would you look at that?

It’s a shame you only have shoulders and a head. That’s gotta be sad, to think that only your upper half deserved to be immortalized. I’m sure you had a nice lower half, too, Renaldo. Leo has a nice lower half. Leo has a nice ass. I bet you had a nice ass.

Why didn’t they ever make statues just of people’s backsides? I mean, some people had hideous faces, but the junk in their trunk made up for it. That deserved to be documented. There should be more asses in art. Leo’s ass should be in art. Like life size, so you could truly appreciate its perfection.

Sorry, yours should be made into art too, Renaldo.

I flipped to face him, squatting down slightly to his level. Still pressing my cheek to his, I reached around and grabbed onto the base of the statue where, had he owned an ass, it would have resided.

Right there. See, would it have been so hard to give you a booty? Why was it that David got not just an entire body, but a seventeen-foot one at that? And poor Renaldo, you

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