12
Blake
I couldn’t remember the last time I painted so much. It’s not that I didn’t love it, but I struggled to come up with new things sometimes. But Ian sparked something in me that I couldn’t walk away from.
It was well after midnight, and I was covered in paint. I had three new paintings done, paintings I wasn’t sure I’d let anyone else see, and was working on another one. The colors and the passion and the sensuality of the pieces made me feel like a different person. Ian made me feel like a different person.
I finished the last stroke on the piece and stepped back. It was beautiful. Two people clearly having s*x. Their faces weren’t visible, and their features weren’t clear, but in my mind, it was Ian and me.
The pieces I had would stay hidden in my closet, something I’d pull o
