Page 51 of Blindside Love

I love a quiet evening with a cup of tea, even if I should probably be asleep right now. It was a long night and an even longer day. It was after five when we finally called it a night, but I’m used to being up early with Addy, so my body woke me up at eight. I tried to fall back asleep for a while, tossed and turned as I snuggled into Trevor, knowing I should stay away, but I didn’t want to.

Now I’m standing in front of a blank canvas in my studio, wrapped in a blanket, while Trevor naps in my bed. The urge to paint is overwhelming, yet I can’t bring myself to start. I’m not sure where to start or what exactly I’m creating. I mean, I have ideas and different thoughts about what I want to create, but nothing is just right in my mind.

Instead, I’ve spent my morning organizing my studio, the blank 8x8 canvas lying on the ground finally dry from prepping. It’s finally ready to paint on, I’m just trying to finish this up before I take up the entire studio with that canvas.

Maybe I should go crawl back into bed with Trevor, still naked from our shower. Definitely not how I expected my night ending but you’ll hear no complaints from me, there’s always the hope that after another round with Trevor, I might find the inspiration I’ve been missing.

I’ll take a naked hockey player in my bed every night.

Especially when they have a heart like his.

“Hello, kitten.”

Goosebumps prickle my skin at the sound of his husky morning voice, all deep and scratchy. When I turn to look at him to see him leaning up against the doorframe wearing only a pair of black briefs, his cheeky grin on full display as he watches me, assessing me as I stand here with a tiny throw blanket covering me, my ass almost sticking out. I want to feel exposed, the urge to tighten the blanket around me to make sure I’m covered is strong.

Dropping my hand, I pull the blanket down just enough that I don’t feel like he can see everything just all willy-nilly. His eyes flare with my movement, but he doesn’t say anything.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, pushing off the wall and walking towards me.

“Couldn’t sleep, felt like painting but then I couldn’t decide what I wanted to paint, so I organized and then set up a bunch of colors, but couldn’t decide which ones so I opened them all to keep my options open.”

He smirks, looking at the mess I’ve made of the room, but I couldn’t tell you what he was looking at. The only thing I could do was watch him make his way to me, my fists clenching the blanket like I’m holding on for dear life.

It’s not that I’m embarrassed of him seeing my body, after the things we did last night I’m not sure there’s anything I’d be embarrassed about with this man. It’s that I don’t trust myself naked around him, especially with the way he’s watching me, it’s making me want to throw caution to the wind and go for another round.

“I can see that, it looks good in here,” Trevor says with a smile before looking at me and the canvas in front of me. “What were you thinking of painting?”

“I hadn’t quite gotten that far, I have an idea, but nothing concrete yet.”

“May I watch? I mean unless that’s not something you’re comfortable with. I understand how personal this is, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to interfere or invade your privacy.”

I think about his question, the word no on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know why and that has me biting my tongue. I mean, I could agree with him, tell him it’s too personal. But it doesn’t feel too personal with him in the room.

I just smile and nod, turning back to my canvas and grabbing my paintbrush. I feel the blanket slip down my shoulder, exposing more of my skin, but I ignore it, trying to be in the moment. I’m not sure what I’m doing, I have absolutely no plan in mind, I just let go and start.

I don’t know how much time passes as I feel him staring at me, but I feel myself moving on autopilot, like my body is moving on instinct to create something even though I'm not entirely sure what it is.

But sometimes it’s okay to live by feel, to let your emotions drive you. Logical brain be damned, sometimes it’s just nice to let go.

I feel his presence before his touch, but I don’t flinch as he walks behind me, his finger sliding up my arm gently as he watches me gather paint. I start to adjust the blanket with my other hand, realizing I’m very close to exposing myself, but he stops me.

“Don’t, kitten. In fact, drop it.”

I freeze. His tone is commanding as he brushes my hair off my shoulder to one side, his nose nuzzling in the crook of my neck as he presses his hips forward against me, his hard cock rubbing against me with no hesitation. I do my best to ignore everything that’s happening and just understand his directions.

He wants me to drop my blanket.

My nipples harden at the thought, the promise in his words, knowing damn well he knows what’s going to happen if I’m naked.

But what’s stopping me?

Without another thought, I let go of the blanket in my hand, the soft fabric sliding down my body as it falls to the floor, leaving me completely bare in front of Trevor, his mouth sucking on my neck as I stand there holding my breath.

“Now, start painting.”

My body moves as soon as I process his words, my hand rising, and without another thought, I begin painting. His mouth starts pressing kisses to my neck, slowly moving lower down my shoulder.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against my skin, each word vibrating against my skin.

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