Silver’s POV
I decided not to bring up what I overheard yesterday morning. Things were going really well since he returned home last night, and I didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t ask me why I altered the painting; I think he just thought I was playing a joke on him.
I woke up early the next morning, surprised to see that he was still there and fast asleep. I took the painting back into my studio and I spent the next hour fixing it, turning it back into its original portrait. By the time I was done, Elliot was leaning against the doorframe, staring at me.
When I turned to look at him, my cheeks flushed when I saw that he wasn’t wearing a shirt; however, he was wearing pajama bottoms. But still, he was so hot standing at the door of my studio with all his abs on display, that my mouth
