Page 38 of Assassin

As her eyes flickered open, she smiled up at him.

“And that, Sir, is how you sex up a woman on a canvas covered in paint,” she admitted, catching him off guard.

His laughter was infectious.

“You don’t say?” he admitted, setting her free to push off of her body. “Well, I have bad news for you.”

She waited, not quite sure what he was going to say to her.

“Yes?”

He went there.

“We made a spectacular painting. Now we need to clean up and do one for over my fireplace.”

As he helped her up, she saw what they had made in the heat of the moment.

It wasn’t violent like the other paintings.

It was gentle and full of peace. There were swirls of green from her yellow and blue combining, and the word ‘MINE’ imprinted backward in the orange.

Looking over, she saw the tears in his eyes.

“Remmy, are you okay?” she asked, turning to face him. “Don’t you like it?” she asked. “We can paint over it if you hate it.”

He put his fingers over her lips, and stared into her eyes.

“It’s beautiful, Calyx. That’s us. That’s our beginning,” he admitted. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful piece of artwork, and yes, you are mine.”

She gave him a kiss.

“I think you should have this one above your fireplace, not me.”

He was a little caught off guard.

“You don’t like it?”

She shrugged.

“I just don’t see why we should cart it to my place, when we both know I’m marrying you and moving in here with you.”

He stared at her.

Oh, Jesus.

Did he hear her right?

“Marrying?” he asked, even though he’d been thinking that. Now, he was trying to figure out the quickest way to get her to the altar.

ASAP.

Because she needed a clean canvas, she started walking away, going off to find his bathroom.

“Calyx?” he called.

Oh, but she wasn’t going to be patient on this one.

“You heard me, Remington, and you know exactly what I said. You’re not hard of hearing. Marry the girl, and let her move into this fantastic apartment.”

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