Her blotchy red skin highlighted the tears as they journeyed down her face. She smacked the paint brush from his hand as he swiped another black strand of hair onto the featureless beauty who had now overtaken the canvas.
He turned abruptly to face Karin, his older girlfriend, they had dated on and off for the past year. He dropped his color palette onto the floor and wrapped his arms tightly around her. Her balled fists struggled to beat upon his chest. “I hate you!” She whimpered. Out of breath, she gave in to his plea for her to stop.
“That was my cliff, my ocean! You had no right to muddy my masterpiece with that damsel.” She looked up at Bo.
Revealing his smooth yet bulky chest, he removed his tight black t-shirt and wiped her eyes with it.
“Karin.” The way he said her name gave her goosebumps. “Together we can be legendary.” He gripped her wrists, and spun her around to face the painting. He spoke in a whisper, his breath tickled her neck until finally his lips touched her shoulders – following his hands as they peeled away her blouse. She moaned until her opened mouth was no longer able to produce sound.
“I’m going to be late for my exhibition.” She gently pushed him away. “You can’t make a name for yourself by scribbling on my brilliance.” Her heels raised from the floor as she quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. “Maybe in another lifetime.” She winked. “I can’t continue on with this masquerade.”
She stood by the window gazing down at a young woman who glared back. “I believe your ride is here.” She mischievously grinned.
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