He lets his hands go and walks over to his own work again, picking up the brush. "Nic... you hit the wall until it can no longer stand up to you. This is how it is for us."
Artists, he means, those of us who see the world through kaleidoscopes.
I moan and walk to my canvas that until just now, I was happy with. Not overjoyed... but pleased. I'm not pleased anymore, I can tell you that. I can see what he saw now. The absence of my soul. Dammit! We're not scientists. What we do transcends the mind. That's the difference. Picasso painted from his soul. Monet... soul. Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Basquiat, Pollack - soul, soul, soul, soul. Me? I just made something pretty. It's not enough.
Looking at it, I whisper, "How can I break through?"
He walks up behind me and slides his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. I lean against his chest, feel the strength of his muscles tighten against my back. The feel of him both calms and ignites me. He's like my teacher more than my peer, and when he touches me, it's like I'm being touched by one of the greats... like I'm lucky. Like any woman on the planet would kill to trade places with me, and yet it's me he wants. Me he offered to share this private space with. I relax into him as he begins to kiss my neck, sending shivers down my body.
Michael whispers in my ear, "You... are the only one who can break your wall down. Smash it!" He kisses my earlobe. "What are you afraid of?"
A steamy contemporary novella series of 4 parts.
- I Love My Secret
- I Love My Hope
- I Love My Chance
- I Love My Man - Part 4 - The Finale