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“Did you celebrate when he died?” she asks softly, gently tracing the scar on my cheek, another gift from my father and his knife.
More than celebrated. I rejoiced that I never had to listen to his drunken ramblings ever again.
“Danced on his grave,” the voice through my phone says jokingly.
Journey grins, chuckling a little until she covers her mouth. It's like a weight has been lifted from her, and she shakes her head.
“So, did you get all you needed?” she asks, pointing down to herself. “Or did you need to paint a little more?”
I snort, grab her arm, and bring her in front of the canvas.
“I just got your body for now. I plan to fill in the hand on the throat. Then, more touch-ups and darkening the surroundings a little more.”
“It's beautiful,” she murmurs, staring at it.
“You really think so?” my phone asks.
Spinning on her toes, she faces me again and nods.
“It's not weird?” I ask, cringing at what I had her do. “That I painted you like this?”
But she agreed, I remind myself.
“No,” she stares without hesitation. “You took a beautiful but scary as fuck moment and turned it into something amazing. You have true talent.”
Pride puffs out my chest at her words, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m sealing my lips over hers. Her paint-covered chest and stomach press against my shirt, marking me in her colors.
I take several deep breaths, keeping my lips there. I suck her her bottom lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into it.
My dick throbs when she whimpers into the kiss. Fingers claw at my shirt, holding me tightly against her. Like she doesn’t want to let this moment go. Or me.
My forehead rests against hers when I finally release her swollen lips. My fingers dig into her lower back, holding her close to me. My back hunches, almost borderline aching from bending over to her height. But I do it for her.
Anything for her.
Desire takes hold, wrapping its vines around me. My fingers trail up her sides, skimming the sides of her breasts. I relish the shivers pouring through her. All because of me. Goosebumps erupt along her flesh as my fingers explore more, taking in every inch of her. Like simple brush strokes, leaving lines behind on her body, I take her in.
I’ve lived in a dim world my entire life. My father thrust me into the darkness time and time again. When he died, I thought I knew what colors were. But that was only the tip of it. It wasn’t until Journey was fully in my life did my eyes truly see the colors of the world. The greens of the trees. The purples of the flowers.
Life.
Journey is blue, red, peach, and purple.
She’s everything in between.
And I couldn’t be happier that she’s mine to hold and keep. Mine to fuck and please. Mine to love and cherish.
I may not be the one who will say wedding vows in the end. Jericho will. Arrow and I will be on the sidelines with smiles on our faces, knowing that once Jericho puts that ring on her finger, she’ll truly belong at our sides. In our fucking world.
And I intend on making all my promises come true for her.
“Lie down,” Journey demands breathlessly, slightly pulling away from my touch. “Take your clothes off and lie down.”
I blink several times, staring at her. She just demanded I do something, and my brain wants to automatically comply with her. As it should.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”
Well, that does it.
