"Remove it" he says pointing at my shirt."M-my clothes? w-why?"
You know exactly why.
"I want to paint you." He looks down at my white shirt and I do as he says, is not the first time that he paints me but why do I fell always so nervous when he does?"
I slowly remove my shirt leaving only my black lace bra and my long light blue skirt and heels on.
I hand him my top and look down feeling embarrassed, the way he looks at me, with full admiration. What if he suddenly starts to hate it? What if he slowly getting bored of me? Why does it matter so much?
He gently grabs my chin forcing me to look into his brown eyes, he looks intensely at me, likes he's reading my thoughts.
"You are my best portrait, you are the best thing I've ever painted. " he says and starts placing soft kisses on my neck.
"Sei la mia musa, ricordalo¹." His lips meet mine and we share an intense kiss.
Who knew that he would've changed my life completely.
¹ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ⁱᵗ.
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RomanceMusa:𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕. /mù·ṣa/ -✯a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. ════ ୨♡୧ ════