Ryan:
The next morning, I woke up before the sun. I could hear her painting in her studio. The aggressiveness of her brush strokes made me want to make sure she was alright, but I was warring with her words, warring with her nearly begging me for space.
Instead, I went downstairs, made her coffee and breakfast, and cleaned the kitchen before setting the table.
Heat flushed through me when I heard the door to the studio creak open. "Dani, are you-" Julian's words were cut off by a gasp. "Wow!"
My curiosity peaked again, dying to know what she was in there, pouring her soul into.
"Dani, this is insane!" His voice, full of awe, made my skin vibrate. I had watched her paint, and I knew how consuming and hypnotizing it was. I was dying to watch it again.
Instead of interrupting, I bu
