Kristy yawned and arched her neck and stretched her arms and bent her knee and fell out of the pose altogether.

"What?" she asked innocently as Claudia huffed. "I didn't do it on purpose."

Claudia repositioned her with more force than was necessary, fingers warm against goosepimple flesh, pressing down one shoulder, pivoting the hips. Kristy submitted meekly to her hands. "Now, hold still," Claudia ordered.

The completed portrait looked smug and self-satisfied.

"You’re the worst model I've ever worked with."

"You chose that pose on purpose," Kristy countered.

Claudia wiped the smirk off her face with a kiss.