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Shaking my head, I get up to grab my medium, my color palette.

Reds.

Whites.

Pinks.

Grays.

I can’t wait to see her crack.

I can’t wait to crack too.

Mia thought she knew what to expect.

She doesn't.

She had no idea what she was in for when I made the offer.

But how was she to know the depth of my desire for her?

It had hardly started burning until now.

Her footsteps are faint and distant.

Mine are loud and fast.

The silence isn’t silent.

It’s deafening.

It’s everywhere.

It surrounds me.

It surrounds us.

Finally, after an eternity of waiting, she opens the door, the light from the gallery spilling into the room.

She closes the door behind her, shutting out the world.

The moment is electric.

Mia’s eyes lock with mine, and I feel the spark catch.

I know what comes next and so does she.

CHAPTER FIVE

Mia

I can't tear my eyes away from Henrik's hands as they move across the canvas, leaving trails of crimson and obsidian in their wake.

His fingers dance with the brushes, creating haunting shapes that seem to pulse with life.

The air in his studio feels thick, charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle.

Henrik's voice is low, almost a purr. "What do you see, Mia?"

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