I shook my head. Why should I care anyway? It’s just someone he used to paint… Maybe a friend or a model he collaborated with while trying to better his portrait skills. I looked at another canvas, where the face of the girl was in a close-up. It looked very similar to the others as well. As if even identical.
“What are you doing there?!” I heard a very angry accusing voice. I jumped up and turned around. Michael was standing a few steps behind me, gasping for air. It looked like he had to rush here.
“I was just looking at the paintings…” I peeped out. He made me feel as if I did something wrong, or even something I wasn’t supposed to do. The paintings were there, they weren’t locked up or anything!
“And who gave you the permission to?! I didn’t!” He pushed me away and covered all the p
