Summer painting

Sarah glanced up from her sketch pad, which she had fashioned into a more suitable collection of her water paintings, to look at the boy she was with. He was standing in an open field, shirt discarded on a tree stump a short distance off, his head and torso covered in sweat that shone in the mid-summer sun. It was a beautiful day outside, and John had been committing himself more to his training as of late, in order to combat some weight gain he had recently gone through. Sarah had wanted to go outside to paint anyway, and to have an opportunity to witness him, well... She could hardly pass it up.

She wasn't sure how long she had been staring at him when he jogged over, his breathing heavy as he grabbed a bottle of water and began to drink. The smell wasn't great, she had to admit, but the view...

John set the bottle down and glanced at Sarah, his breathing still hard. "Am I making it hard for you to paint?" he asked between breaths. Sarah glanced down at her painting, having forgotten for a brief moment that she had it. She was a slow painter as it was, and she could easily blame the small amount of progress on that. She had sketched everything out on the paper before beginning painting, but she had filled hardly any of the lines with color, and they had been out for an hour. She had had a hard time focusing. "We can head back inside."

Sarah smiled gently and shook her head. "It's alright," she said. "I really want to be out in the sun today. And I really want to paint. You're just... a little distracting."

John couldn't help but smile at that. "I can head back then, if it'll help you," he offered. "I've done a lot today. I could use a shower."

"You know I don't want you to shower without me." Sarah pouted playfully, but after having watched his body for so long, it would be even harder to paint knowing that he was in the shower. Right now it was hard to take her eyes off of him. That would just make it impossible for her to take her mind off of him.

John chuckled and nodded. "Should I just keep going then? Test your focus?"

"Yes, please."

Her response was so light and happy, John burst out in laughter. He reached out and ruffled her hair, which was met with a squawk that only made him laugh harder. He took another swig of water and jogged back out to his open field in order to continue working out.

Sarah watched his back, the way his shoulders moved as he ran, accentuated by the sweat running over his skin. It was so hard not to stare. The fact that she was painting him wasn't exactly helping.