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“Those paintings were the creepiest fucking things I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m begging you.” A kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t paint me like that.”
“Why? Would you be scared?”
Hercules pulls back, his eyes solemn. “It would be a nightmare.”
It’s hard to pout and kiss him at the same time, but I lean in and try it anyway. “I wasn’t going to do it like that. I was going to learn a new style. Maybe take a class or two.”
He pulls backagain,his neck at an awkward angle. “Youhavetaken art classes before, haven’t you?”
“What kind of question is that? Of course I’ve taken art classes.”
Hercules’s eyes narrow. “Were they painting classes, Daisy?”
“They were…related to painting.”
His hand is so serious and soft on my face. “Baby.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Where did you take classes?”
“At Berkeley.”
“AtBerkeley? In the buildings?”
I let my head fall back into his hand with a dramatic sigh. “I don’t know what the buildings would have to do with—”
“Did you get an art degree online so nobody would see your creepy paintings?”
“Excuseme. I submitted some of my creepy paintings to get into the advanced classes.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my temple. “Baby. Don’t be angry with me.”
“Why? Because I’m—”
“Because you’rescary,” he says, in a voice so innocent that I lose it completely and laugh until I cry and eventually I’m forced to climb on top of him and fuck him slowly.
We have all the time in the world.
* * *
“I wantedto talk to you about something else,” Hercules says the next week in the shower. He runs the washcloth over my shoulders, my hair wrapped around his fist. It’s like when he came to California, only better, because I can look at him all I like now. I want to jump himconstantly.
I’m so busy acting casual about how gently he’s pulling my hair and how much I want him to pull it harder that I forget I’m supposed to answer.
Hercules tugs, and I canfeelhim smiling. Or is he smirking? Probably smirking. “Baby.”
“Yes? Yes. What? Ask me.”
“Should we fuck first?”
I turn around and jump him like I wanted to, and it’s quite some time before my feet are back on the floor.
“Okay.” I let the water stream through my hair, Hercules’s hands on my waist. “What was your question?”
