I stared in awe at the room, analyzing the tender brushes that felt horribly expensive, I might have to think twice before dipping it in the paint. I had been so caught up in the moment I had forgotten Kilian was in the room.
“So?” He asked expectantly, “Do you like it?”
“It's beautiful, Kilian,” I was excited, too excited I remembered. I assumed a serious demeanor, folding my arms across my chest, my smile turning into a stern frown, “What's the catch?”
“There is none,” he answered.
“I find that hard to believe,” I deadpanned.
“Of course,” he subtly rolled his eyes, exasperated, “The only catch is I might want to paint in here with you sometime.”
“How about…” I mockingly rubbed my chin, “No,” I blurted.
“It wasn't a request,” he said, his tone quite cold, “Sit, let's have a brief
