"What do you want, Mia?" Tristan whispered, walking over to me, his semi-naked body splattered in paint. He has tucked two of his paintbrushes behind his ears and there was paint just beneath his lips as well.
I took a tentative step back as he reached me and his lips pulled up in a slow smile as my back hit the wall. I was stuck and there was no way out.
"Be honest, Mia..." He whispered, leaning closer and pressing both his palm on the wall behind me, completely caging me by his body. "What do you want?"
He was so close that I could without any effort smell his masculine scent. My hands tickled to touch him. His body was so perfect. Ever muscle...every ab perfectly defined. His skin was the colour of caramel and it almost felt like it was calling to me. Begging me to touch.
"What
