VINCENZO’S POV
Across the city, back in my home, I set my phone down on the edge of the large, paint-splattered table. My hands stained with shades of red. I stepped back to admire the half complete painting before me, wondering what was missing, the brush still in my hand. My gaze narrowed scrutinizing as I studied the subject.
It was Lena. Her naked body laid in my bed, her red hair sprawled around her. This was the first night we’d been together. A f*****g masterpiece.
I had committed every of her feature to memory, but something was still missing. Perhaps I needed to make her hair redder. The past few days, I’d been thinking more and more of her, so much so that I’d picked up my brush. It wasn’t lost on me how much I’d let this woman occupy my mind.
To be honest, I hadn’t expected
