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“You’re thinking awfully hard over there.” Harper gazed up at me and I pressed my lips to hers.

“Reflection. Self-flagellation.” Was there a better way to say you’re beating yourself up?

“How so?”

How much was too much to share? Scaring Sonnet away was the last thing I wanted, but lying wasn’t an option either. “Well, not to be too forward but feeling the way I do about you.”

Sonnet perked up. “And how is that?”

Was Sonnet feeling the same as I was?

“Tried to remember when the last time was that I felt this way about another and came up empty. Don’t get me wrong, I love Simon, and a part of me always will, but I question whether we were truly in love or if it was more infatuation. My feelings for him pale in comparison to the way I feel for you.”

“And how is that?”

“Well, my little parrot, you’re quickly stealing my cold heart.”

Sonnet hopped up and kissed me then slid back into place. “I don’t think it’s cold, just maybe a little reserved.”

“Reserved for you, it would seem.” I swear, her happy feet danced beneath the sheets.

“Sorry, had an itch,” the giggling nut fibbed.

“As long as my Kitten is happy, so is her mistress.” No truer words had come from my mouth.

We lay there, basking in the feelings our conversation drew. Completely content. Guess Sonnet wasn’t the only one of us who was tired because I dozed right off. Though when I woke, she was no longer in my arms. I crawled from beneath the warm sheets in search of the soft body I craved to curl back up with. When I found her, the vision of Sonnet hard at work that I walked into was one I’d soon not forget.

Her silhouette through the sheer robe she wore allowed the sunlight to capture her figure beautifully. The glow highlighted her pert breasts. Nipples erect without receiving a single touch. What was it she worked on that had her body in a state ofarousal? Silently, I crept back to the bedroom where I’d left my phone and returned to take more pictures.

“You’re a living, breathing Angel.” Sonnet stole my breath away. Had I not immediately snapped a picture, I’d have lost the moment because the instant she heard my voice, she turned, blocking the sun.

“You’re biased.” But her pleased smile said she appreciated the compliment.

“Maybe so but I feel like I’ve been given the greatest gift of my life.” All she was missing was the red bow that usually decorated such a perfect gift. “What are you working on?”

She blushed. “Come see.”

Chapter Ten

Sonnet

Showing her this morning’s artwork was far less nerve-wracking than the reveals I’d done for her last night. Not only was this personal, but this was all for her and a direct reflection of the night we’d shared in my bedroom. The mirror was the first thing I’d painted, wide, oval, and tall in its metal stand. I’d found it at a thrift store and painted the frame a deep, royal purple so that it stood out among the lighter hues of purple in the rest of my room.

Her hair was the second thing I’d painted, wanting to capture the luster of it with the soft overhead light glinting off the deeper hues in those beautiful strands. My hips, with one of her hands holding me steady, had been next, remembering my lessons in perspective to create enough distance between our bodies that the most intimate part of me was visible in the mirror as she’d stared up, admiring it as she stroked over my clit. I’d soughtto capture the softness as well as the beads of moisture she’d been coaxing from my folds with each slow, shudder-producing touch.

“Damn,” she murmured as she stared, drinking in the moment I’d begun to capture, though I was far from finished yet. “So stunning.”

I flushed a little at that. “Not nearly as stunning as watching it happen last night.”

“You have a wonderful eye for detail, and memory too.”

“I have to when moments happen so fast that sometimes there’s no time to take a photograph.”

“Yes, I can see where a sharp memory would be important in those situations.”

“The only drawback is that other things start muddying up the image in my head if I don’t start painting or at least sketching it out right away.”

“How long have you been up?”

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