"What would you like me to... paint?" The grip in my hand was too tight, as my hand shivered like the dry leaf on a windy day. My gaze was still on the ground, not wanting to find my answers in his eyes.
Lord Andrew leaned a little closer and whispered for only me to hear, "I want you to paint....Lovers". For a few seconds, I couldn't comprehend what he had said and kept staring at the ground trying my best to figure it out when I heard him chuckle a little, his warm breath so close to my ear, and he wasn't done. "I want the lovers to be completely....without clothes"
I sucked in a breath and the brush between my fingers almost fell on the ground. I somehow was able to catch it again as it slightly hung in the air for blinks of seconds. I could hear loud chuckles surrounding me, making
