His turn to blush

Hearing the sound of someone's name he knew, caught his attention, though he tried not to show it. He maintained his pose but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Nadira. Think calming thoughts, he told himself.

Too late.

A few gasps could be heard across the class and one student even audible 'holy sh*t'...

The teacher approached him. "If you need a moment, to calm yourself, please feel free to step away," she said and motioned for Amir to look down.

"Just another form of the body, right?" he said blushing.

"Very well," the teacher replied. "This can happen students, let's please show we are artists and not immature children while the model is.... presenting... a different form."

Chase dropped his charcoal. Then, he bumped his head on his easel bending down to pick it up, knocking the easel over. For once everyone was looking at him and not at the naked and erect man in the room.

"Hi... glad I could break the tension in the room," and he hurriedly set his easel back up and went back to drawing.