Page 29 of Art of Love
“Juliana’s work will have exhibits with style she painted and created herself. I can’t just dress up like a fish.”
“No, I agree. But what do you think of the idea? Do you think it’s good?”
She thought for a few seconds. “I think it’s good.”
“God, did we just agree on something?”
She did a sassy one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe. I’m not dressing up like a fish though. That would be lame.”
In my head, what I would have loved to do is strip her naked and paint her from head to toe with a silvery pink paint with hints of green and blue shimmer.
“Yes, that would be lame. But if we agree on the idea, maybe we could think more on the actual activity.”
“Okay. It’s definitely an interesting concept.”
Well, that was progress. At least.
Chapter 8
Jia
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“God, Jia, I wish likehell you’d allow me to help you out.” Stephan’s handsome face contorted into a frown when I opened the door and he came in. He didn’t even say hello properly before he launched into how awful my apartment was.
Dressed like he’d just stepped off the billboard, or out of a dream, Stephan looked every bit the famous artist he was.
I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug, cutting off any further insults about my place.
“Okay, I can get used to this.” He hugged me back and planted a kiss on my forehead.
I stepped out of his embrace and smiled up at him. “Thank you for coming to see me.”
“How are you?” His large brown eyes held a sheen of purpose and concern for me.
Sometimes it was weird to think that this man had hurt me deeply, but at the same time had been one of those people who was there when I needed him the most, and would always be there. No matter what.
