Chapter 9
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"And who knows? Maybe by the time she gets back, we'll have figured out what we want from each other...and maybe even started something new," he said.
"That's what I always dreamed of." I look at the window and notice that we're near at my home.
He follow my gaze, his eyes locking onto the familiar sight of my home.
"We're almost there. I can already imagine us slipping in through the back door, unnoticed by anyone. The thrill of getting away with something illicit is exhilarating, don't you think?"
His hand drifts up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long... and now that it's finally here, I'm not going to let it slip away." he lean in closer, his breath whispering against my ear.
"Let's get out of here and make our own rules... together."
"I love that too, but you know, it's complicated right now. Let's wait until your wife leaves this country."
I unbuckle my seatbelt. "See you later." I gave him a smack on his lips, but he grab my nape and make our kiss deeper. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth.
His tongue dancing with mine as he hold my nape firmly.
"Mmm... complicated? You think that's going to stop me from having what I want?" he whisper against my lips.
"Emma is just a means to an end, my love. She's never been more than a convenience for me. But you... you're everything."
His hand tightens around my nape, pulling me closer as he ravage my mouth.
"I don't care about the timing or the circumstances. All that matters is us and our desire for each other. And I'm not going to let anything stand in our way."
He break away from the kiss, his eyes burning with intensity.
"We'll find a way to make this work. Together," he said darkly.
I nod as a response. I open the door of his car. "We'll meet again, see you," I said as I bid him goodbye.
Third Person's POV:
He watch her walk away, his eyes never leaving her retreating form.
"Until next time, my muse..." he whisper to himself. "I'll make sure it's a night to remember."
Aaron take a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build up inside him. His hand instinctively reaches for the studio key in his pocket.
"I have some unfinished business to attend to," he muttered to himself as he get out of the car and head towards his studio.
He unlock the studio door and step inside, the familiar scent of paint and canvas enveloping him.
"Ah, my sanctuary..." he breathe deeply.
"Where I can let my true self shine," he continued.
He make his way to the easel, where a half-finished portrait of Shania lies waiting.
His eyes scan the canvas, taking in every detail - every curve, every line.
"You're going to be even more stunning when I'm done with this," he whisper to him self as he begin to work on the painting once again.
The brush strokes come easily now, fueled by his desire for the girl he loves. The colors blend together seemlessly as he bring the image to life.
"I'll capture your essence perfectly," he promise himself. "And no one will ever be able to take that away from us."
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