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Emerson runs his thumb along the inside of my wrist. It’s a shock, a buzz, all the way up to my spine. He could knock the canvas to the ground, like he did the other night. He could take me there with it. My body prepares for it.
Instead, he drops my hand and steps away.
I’m too curious not to look, so I turn and face him.
He’s there at the edge of the light, in that faint pool of sun. My breath catches. All the gorgeous lines of them, standing with his hands in his pockets.
“Go ahead.” He offers me the brush.
I take it.
It feels hot. Like he’s charged it with energy. With fire. Too hot to hold, my mind screeches. Too hot. He’s too hot. Too much.
“No.” I fling the brush at his face. Emerson catches it before it can touch him.
I’m about to follow it. To throw myself at him like I threw that brush. To let him win. To let him keep me here. I could tell myself it wasn’t worth fighting. Wasn’t worth the struggle.
But I can’t do that. Can’t give in. I won’t.
I’ll get out even if it kills me.
“Destroy it yourself.”
I turn my back on the Collector and leave him there with his painting.
