Page 32 of Paint Me Love
Daniel: After then.
Me: It will be late.
Daniel: That’s fine. I’ll send you the code and leave the door unlocked. Wake me up if I’m asleep.
Fuck. Who’s the crazier one? Me or him? I can’t really tell.
I want to corrupt him, to make him fall from his heavenly pedestal so he can be within my reach. It’s unfair to him, it’s manipulative, but it’s the only way. He needs to give up his bright world if he is to be part of mine and not leave it.
The evening comes around so slowly I almost lose my mind. I make it over to Daniel’s just after eleven, my cock already half hard. He’s in his bedroom, naked and watching porn. I attack him at first sight, going straight for his flushed cock as my fingers rub his hole.
“Were you thinking about me? Couldn’t wait to see me?”
He hangs his head back, eyes shutting. “Yes. All day.”
“I’m here now,” I say, slurping his cock. “Let’s continue your training, shall we?”
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Daniel
Thereissomethingwrongwith me. Otherwise, why can’t I stop thinking about Derek and the things he promised to do to me next time we fucked?
Need pools toward my stomach, hot and demanding. Since the first time we had sex, he looks at me with that same intensity he looks at my paintings. With need, want, soul-deep craving. It’s intoxicating, and it makes me feel like I’m a bubble about to pop.
This is the real him. The dark, hidden side that he doesn’t show anyone. But there is more to it, I can feel it, more of him that I am yet to unravel.
I slap my cheeks and stare at my painting with determination.Stop getting distracted and paint! You can fantasize about him later.
It’s easier said than done, though.
My phone dings. It’s a text from Molly.
Molly: So, how was it? Did you wow Mr. Art Connoisseur with your latest masterpiece?
She doesn’t know we fucked. Twice.
Me: I think so.
And because it’s killing me having to keep a secret from her, I add a confession.
Me: We fucked.
It takes her exactly four seconds to video call me.
“Shit, really? What do you mean you and Derek Salinger fucked? Are you pulling my leg?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “No, I’m not. We really did it…”
“Shit, you aren’t a virgin anymore, yay. And holy shit! With Derek Salinger of all people?” She frowns. “Hold on, doesn’t he have a boyfriend? The fashion dude, Adam? Why did you…?”
Now that someone else voices it, it makes me feel even shittier. Cheating sucks, and being the reason someone did it is even worse. It makes me a bad person, but I really can’t stop this. It’s too late.
“I don’t know. Derek just… I wanted to.” I take a deep breath. He drives me fucking crazy. “I want him.”
“Uh-oh.”
“He looks at me the way he looks at my paintings. Like I matter, like I’m important. He… shows me things about himself that I don’t think he’s shown other people.”
