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"Another nightmare?" I smiled, leaning against the tall column besides me.
"Couldn't sleep." I replied, strolling over to the canvas sat in the centre of the room. Elliot was perched on a wooden stool, his chest bare and smothered in splatters of red and blue paint.
The moon shone light through the oval window, illuminating the whimsical scene before me. A half naked s*x god sat before a surreal painting with only the moon for light.
Holy f**k.
I shifted nervously, fighting the urge to tell him to just f**k me now. My pregnancy hormones were raging and this man was not making it easy.
"What are you doing?" He set his paintbrush down and grabbed one of the dirty rags strewn by his side, wiping away the excess paint from his hands.
"Just trying to cl
