Every trace was made with passion.Every trace hides a feeling. You were so peaceful, laying on the picturesque, old couch, your hair resting on your shoulders and your gaze stuck on her beauty.

"I can't really focus if you're looking at me like that." She spoke in a whisper, her eyes hiding behind her glasses, focusing on the various colors she had on her pallet.

The air was thick, yet she found herself breathless everytime she looked at you, your soft skin, beautiful eyes awaiting to be painted, she couldn't resist you.

"We're almost done," You nod, her face hiding once again behind the canvas, every detail being drawn with a drop of love.