Shaping his face with my palms, I try to study him. Prominent cheekbones, a chiselled jaw, a long straight nose and soft parted lips meets my hands.
I trace his cheekbones with my long slender index finger. I run a finger along what I suppose is his lips and stroke them softly.
He sits there quietly in the ottoman facing me with closed eyelids and tousled hair. He whispers softly to me, saying I was too beautiful for him.
Stroking his forehead, I tu. . .
Shaping his face with my palms, I try to study him. Prominent cheekbones, a chiselled jaw, a long straight nose and soft parted lips meets my hands.
I trace his cheekbones with my long slender index finger. I run a finger along what I suppose is his lips and stroke them softly.
He sits there quietly in the ottoman facing me with closed eyelids and tousled hair. He whispers softly to me, saying I was too beautiful for him.
Stroking his forehead, I tu. . .
The first part of The Painter has been posted. I would like to hear your thoughts. Happy reading!