Her concentration left her both in class and during sessions because her mind always thought about Damien and how the first day they will go intimate would be.
She became so frequent in her sessions and made sure she never missed a day. She just loved having the feeling that HE was looking at her.
She had thought the previous sessions were the peak of her nerves, but she was wrong. She walked into Damien’s studio one morning and instantly felt the same magnetic pull as before. The room smelled of oil paint, turpentine, and faint traces of charcoal dust in the air as usual while the window let out a spill of sunlight.
Damien was already at his easel, preparing brushes and mixing colors on his palette. He barely looked up at first, just muttered a “Good morning” in that deep of his, but w
