Free We Were Here: A New Adult Romance Prequel to Geoducks Are for Lovers (Modern Love Stories Book 1) by Daisy Prescott

their noses stuck in books aren’t usually the guys girls fall over themselves for.”
    “Are you kidding me?” I gaped at him. “Do you own a mirror?”
    He chuckled and his cheeks pinked a little.
    “Every girl in the class has a crush on you and is thanking God, the Goddess, and probably Vishnu for Driscoll’s poor choice of footwear.”
    He held up his hands in defense. “Okay, I get it. Thank you.”
    “No problem. Can I ask you one more thing?”
    “Sure. As long as it doesn’t cross our new professor-student diplomacy line.”
    “What are you doing in April?”
    His head jerked back a little in surprise. “That’s over a month from now. Probably spending it at UW doing research for my dissertation. Why?”
    My hand wrapped around the door handle. “You said you thought I was pretty. And after March, you won’t be my professor anymore.”
    His laughter followed me down the quiet hall. I resisted skipping like a promiscuous Red Riding Hood who wanted to do naughty things with the wolf.
    I may have lost this battle, but I hadn’t surrendered the war.

“The Perfect Girl” ~ The Cure
    “REMIND ME AGAIN why I’m here?” Gil shifted on the floor, angling his legs to the left of Maggie.
    “Experiencing new things?” I pulled out my drawing pad, pastels, charcoal, and several pencils.
    “I wonder how much the models get paid?” Quinn stole one of my pencils, then taped several pieces of paper to his oversized masonite clipboard.
    “I hope a lot.” Maggie crossed her legs. “Imagine standing there while a bunch of people draw you naked.”
    “Would you do it?” Gil sounded interested in the idea of naked Maggie.
    I swore the two of them were going to get together on our road trip last year before Quinn turned all chaperone and shut them down. Maybe she was over him, because of the whole roommate thing, but I didn’t think he was over her. He sat next to her whenever possible and watched her every move.
    “No way!” Her blush extended down her neck.
    “I’d do it,” Quinn replied, even though the question wasn’t asked of him.
    “No one doubts you would, Q.” I settled myself and got ready for the session to begin.
    A portly man in a blue terrycloth bathrobe entered the large room, walked to the center, and dropped his robe.
    “Okay, one minute poses. Ready?” Tina, our hostess for this life drawing class at the art center, asked the group.
    “I can’t even see his dick,” Quinn complained next to me.
    “Are you seriously complaining about that?” My pastel flew over the page, outlining curves and more curves.
    After a minute, Tina called for a new pose.
    “Oh, there it is!”
    “Quinn,” I muttered. “This isn’t a game of I Spy. You don’t win a prize.”
    Tina called time again and the model shifted into a new pose.
    “It’s more like hide and sneak.” Quinn gestured with his charcoal. “Now you see it, now you don’t.”
    Maggie giggled and ducked her face behind her hair.
    “Settle down you two. This is serious.” I refused to give into their immaturity.
    Our model leaned back over his chair in a pose straight out of Flashdance.
    “Oh, come on.” Gil put down his pencil.
    Directly in front of us, we had a view of everything. Every little thing.
    “Nope. I’m out of here.” Standing, Gil gathered his stuff.
    “I’m with you.” Maggie pushed herself up off the floor.
    “Shh,” Tina shushed from across the room. “Please wait until we break to leave.”
    Trapped, Gil and Maggie shuffled around people to stand against the closest wall.
    Another pose change and I nearly dropped my pencil.
    “Is that an open sore?” Quinn leaned forward.
    My morning coffee threatened a return. “Focus on his face for this one.”
    I didn’t want to quit.
    I wanted to be the cool girl who drew nudes and was all about the beauty of the human form, no matter the shape or size. But if I were being honest with myself, I signed up for the class hoping the model would be male and