10
Khalid
I watched in surprised awe when my muse grinned, turning away and walking to the dining area with a bounce in her step. Valeria Dunne was something else. She made me feel everything that had been dead and buried under my rotten body for so long.
I had to remind myself that we were there for the painting. And nothing else.
I shouldn’t—I couldn’t have feelings for her.
I followed Valeria, entering the lantern lit area. The table was low and, on either side, deep red satin coverings were placed. Valeria was moving her head in a different direction when plates of steaming exotic food with delicious scent were placed on the carved table, teasing both of us to devour everything.
Instead of sitting across her, I sat beside her, crossing my legs which brushed with her bare knees.
