Chapter 92

Lorenzo's POV

It's official. Celestine is crazy.

She's bat-ass crazy. How can she stand in front of me after seeing the extent of just how obsessed I am with her and still ask me to make another drawing of her naked?

"You want me to draw you?" I ask skeptically. This isn't happening. I'm pretty sure I'm imagining all this in my head.

"No." She shakes her head and some pieces of hair fall over her face. "I want you to draw us. Together." She drops the sketchbook in her hand back onto the bed and takes hold of my hand, dragging me toward the full-length mirror in my room. She stops once we're both standing in front of it and looking at our reflection.

Then she turns around and reaches for the strings holding my sweatpants up and unties them. The sweatpants fall to my foot and I step out of it while still wondering where exactly this is leading.

She drags me closer to the mirror. "Like this." She stands in front of me and takes my hands, placing them over her breasts. Her hands fall awa