Silver’s POV
I had framed my “exclusive” painting of Elliot on the wall in our bedroom right next to his model car collection. I smiled up at the painting, feeling satisfied with my hard work. Elliot walked into the room just then and froze when he saw it.
A bemused look crossed his face as he examined the picture and then his eyes found mine.
“You framed it?” He asked, noticing the golden frame I placed the portrait in.
I nodded.
“What do you think?” I asked him.
He thought about it for a moment, staring at the portrait intently before looking back at me. There was something in his expression that I couldn’t quite read and for a moment, my stomach knotted.
Did he not like it?
Was he upset that I framed it and hung it up?
It’s not like anyone would see this portrait besid
