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“What’s wrong?” his voice full of compassion. “Are you carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders?”
“I can’t figure it out,” annoyed with myself I add, “The sketch for your tattoo.”
“You will.” He replies calmly, pulling me to look at him as he stretches his benevolent smile at me. “You still have plenty of time. You’d know what to do when the time comes.” He always knows how to placate my irritation.
I stare at our opened chat on my phone, and no words filter in.
Why wouldn’t I have some fun? Experience life.
I worked damn hard lately and I’ve earned some I don’t give a fuck time.
After I finish eating my delicious ‘gourmet’ food, I do a little caper and Scar scratches his paw on my hand as part of our chirography.
Skipping outside the four grades of the back porch, I gaze at the hefty palm tree in the yard—it has been eyeing me all summer.
I have some spray paint in my van.
Running to get it, I jump in excitement as an idea flashes before my eyes.
The skies are colored in gold and magenta hues and so is the trunk of this tree as I spray it with strokes of vibrant colors to match the sunset I’ve witnessed every day I spent here.
My toes are buried in the sand, music playing aloud as I inhale the freedom into my lungs.
This is exactly what I needed; a piece of paradise.
I let go as I unleash it all.
Lennon
Deangotbacktoday,and the first place he came to was his shop. I told him he could take the day off and rest but he insisted. I wish I could punch this excitement of having him back out of me and maintain my distance—like I promised myself I would.
I’m trying to decipher whether he plans another trip, in that case, me and Scar would have the best time of our lives. But he is being so. Cryptic. It’s antagonizing.
What a blast of a week I had after I sprayed that tree and finally put it all to rest. It was a much-needed reflection and it allowed me to channel my creativity and depict the story in my head out in the open. Freeing me of all the frustration I bottled inside.
Since the second he arrived, it felt like he taunted and teased me countlessly, and yet, it could all be in my head.
He was not joking when he said we are swamped with clients. I worked nonstop in the past month, and October is going to be the busiest month I’ve had yet.
My name is in the spotlight. Locals walk in and ask for me. My social media is blowing up with messages. My art grew to something I only dreamt about when I was younger.
There are moments when it feels surreal.
“I’ve seen all your posts when I was away, it’s good to see who your competition is.” Dean rakes his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been checking your account to see how your art is coming along.”
My side grazes the front of his black sweatsuit as I tilt my face up to meet the thunderstorm roll in his eyes. A storm that renders me in place and equally empowers me.
His accustomed handsomeness deflects my thoughts while my heart’s racing. Clit throbbing. I’m freaking dazed. So much for not letting him affect me.
The wire crossing between us is electrifying, zinging us both every time we touch by accident or just stare at each other.
I’ve been using my toys for eight agonizing weeks and it doesn’t help diminish the inferno that rages within me.
I flash a tiny smirk, “You mean, stalking my work…”
He mirrors my expression. “A little.”
“Didn’t know you possess this type of tendency,” my treacherous legs are weak but I won’t let him get to me.
