I averted my gaze from the sharp and alluring cut of his chest as he grabbed the small Bluetooth trigger for the camera along with another stool.
As he placed the stool behind me, my heart raced. His hands slid down to my wrists, and I bit my lip as he lowered his head to the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
My eyes closed as I tried to ignore the fluttering feeling he left in my stomach, but it was utterly useless.
I was a fool to myself if I continued to lie and say I could deny this man. It was humbling, the lack of self-control and desire he’d forced into me, and I hated how accepting I was of it.
The paint seeped into my skin, into my bones, into my fucking soul.
His hands let go of me after some time, and I gulped as he reached for my bra, unhooking it effortlessly. He moved my hands, guiding them to cross over my chest, my palms resting on my shoulders in a mock display of modesty.
“What about you, Flower?”
I looked over my shoulder to him as he took his seat behind me, placing his hands on my waist. “What are you going to do when the exhibit is done?” he questioned.
I shrugged softly as his hand pushed my hair behind my ear.
“What I’ve always done, I guess…” I whispered, and he hummed. He clicked the button after a moment, and the camera captured us in this position. “What... what about us?” The question slipped out and he tilted his head, his thumb caressing my waist as his other hand was on my shoulder.
“What about us, Flower?”
I remained silent as I reluctantly looked away. The weight guilt of my commitment reminded me that there was nous.
Feeling his finger on my chin, I sighed internally as he turned my head back to face him.
“What we are is entirely up to you, Flower. I’m just doing my part and making sure you know that my intentions to cherish you and to make you feel appreciated… go noticed.”
I smiled softly. “You’ve definitely done quite a job of making me notice…”
He simply stared at me, studied the way I gazed at him. Almost as if I was the only woman on earth, almost as if he couldn’t believe I was in front of him.
For a second, I couldn’t believe it either.
My thoughts blurred, melting like the paint against my skin, and for a fleeting moment, I couldn’t remember who I was before he touched me.
I suppressed the thoughts, focusing as he continued taking pictures. Each position was more sensual than the last. His touch was tender and delicate on my skin as it left me feeling hot and bothered.This was too much…
Then, he leaned into my ear.“I would give you everything, Flower.”
I shook my head, turning away as I stood, arms still crossed over my chest. He stood up after me and grabbed my arm before I could get far, his fingers dangerously curling around me.
“Listen to me, Rosenna.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to ignore him completely. I’d done enough listening to him. Any more and I wouldn’t even know myself, or at least the version of myself that I grew accustomed to.
Grabbing my face in both of his hands, he forced my eyes to gaze up at him.
“You and I both know what we have… what we could have is something authentic…something real.”
I shook my head once more, the guilt, the shame, the sinfulness of it all eating me alive.
“We can’t, Beckham…I can’t,” I whispered.
He leaned in closer, placing his forehead against mine.
“Even if you couldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.I can’tlet you go.”
I sighed heavily, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get away from him even if I wanted to.
