" The lines of his body were beautiful. His shoulders, the angle of his jaw. Those indents in the base of his spine, narrowing down to the curve of his butt outlined in the deep light spilling through her window. The tattooed tapestry of colors that danced across his shoulder and over his chest.

He looked like a painting.

There, in her bed, was a naked man who looked like a fucking painting. "

― Rebecca Brooks , Wrong Bed, Right Roommate (Accidental Love #1)