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“No,” she whispered. “Just the beginning.”

She was sitting in the library, tucked into her favorite window seat, a strand of hair falling over her face as she read a dog-eared copy of Emma . The detail was stunning—the curve of her cheek, the way her hand absently twisted the end of her headband. The drawing wasn’t just good. It was tender . cute sex teen

Clara scrambled to gather her posters, muttering, “Sorry, sorry, I’m a human disaster—” when her hand landed on the sketchbook. She froze. “No,” she whispered

Theo hesitated, clutching the book to his chest. But her eyes weren’t mocking. They were curious. Soft. So he sat down across from her, knees almost touching, and handed it over. The drawing wasn’t just good

“That one’s not done,” Theo mumbled. “I don’t know how to finish it.”