Chapter Thirty One

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Andrew let me in when I knocked, and I climbed the stairs and found Isobel standing in the middle of her room in a crop tank and leggings.

I would have commented on her attire in this weather but I began to feel stuffy in my hoodie so I guessed the heating was cranked up really high.

She was standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, and she'd pulled the bed and all other furniture away from the feature wall facing the side window.

I'd guessed what she had in mind when she sat up staring at the wall earlier, and I was more than happy to give her her own mural. When I'd first met her and the idea was mentioned, I'd mentally put together a few plans on what would suit her best.

I cleared my throat, and she whirled around. I set the box on the ground and grinned. She gasped.

"Your hair. It's gone!"

"Yeah, I had enough of it." I shrugged. She stepped forwards, fingering the short stands that were held away from my face by a tied bandana.

"This reminds me of when you were in my room the first time." She paused thoughtfully. "That feels like forever ago."

I nodded. "It does. Who would have thought we'd finally be here."

She snorted, and turned around. "Remember that day I asked if you could paint me a mural like you did in your room and you said you would."

"I remember." I told her, leaning against the door frame. "You know it'll take a few days to do it if we start now. It's a whole wall."

She clapped her hands together excitedly. "What are we waiting for then?"

I laughed and pushed the huge box in with my foot. I was getting increasingly hot, so with a huff I pulled the upper part of my overalls down and yanked the hoodie off, leaving myself in just a tank. I slid the overalls back up and hung the hoodie behind the door.

When I patted down my hair I looked at Isobel and found her smirking at me. "You know what else I just remembered."

I kneeled by the box and opened it, deciding to do a rough sketch with a pencil first. The image of what I wanted to do was crystal in my mind and I was completely sure she would love the result. I peered up at her expectantly.

"Speaking of that day in my room, you went running off to hang out with your friends since it was Monday." She began, her smirk widening into a devilish grin. "I don't know if you were in a hurry and didn't realize or what, but you were half undressed by the time you'd gotten to your room. And when I caught all that movement I was just standing here at the window watching you rip off your clothes before jumping into the closet."

My jaw dropped as she laughed. I faintly remembered the day she described, and I often did that thing where I started undressing on the stairs when I was in a hurry. But who could blame me? I wasn't used to having anyone living in that window that time.

"Oh, my God. I bet you were enjoying that view. Why didn't you ever mention it before?" I covered my mouth, half embarrassed.

She gave me a flat look. "I think not. I already came off as enough of a creep."

I threw a small paintbrush at her. "You did not!"

"I did!" She insisted. "Gosh, I get the cringe chills every time I think about the time I accidentally said I watched you sleep."

She shuddered, making me burst out laughing. "That was so funny. I thought it was cute."

"I don't even know how I didn't scare you off. I did some pretty questionable things sometimes." She chuckled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

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