Outdrawn

by Deanna Grey

The softness of her outfits mirrored the feeling one would get from watercolor paintings.

Lots of things made me happy: art, perfectly seasoned rice, bike rides downtown, and now, apparently, making Sage smile because of something silly.

"I prefer to be an antagonist,"

I'd always had a good relationship with loneliness. Lonely had been my safe place. In silence, no one expected anything from me.

A kiss would prove me wrong.

“Thank you for telling me. Thank you for letting me know how I hurt you. I will do everything I can to not to that again.”

You’ve made me feel a lot of things, Pastel, but never less than. You’ve never seen me as less than. If anything, I was more when I didn’t deserve to be.

"It's just…saying it's fun like that kind of makes it not sound like a job. Which it is. It has its ups and downs like any other job."

"Keep going. I want to know. I want to understand why you look like two different people when you talk about them. One part of you is gracious, the other part sad."

I swallowed and whispered, "No." "What do you need?" Noah asked.

"I'll get it for you, do it for you. Whatever it is."

"Sage?" Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Please, tell me how to help you. I want to help you. What do you need?"

I burned with the need to have us both naked and my face in her pussy, but I was also enjoying the buildup.

You guys can make it without me; I’ve just never given you the chance.

"Falling in love with someone who wants everything I do in the art world isn't something I thought would ever happen,"

"All I know is that I want to be with you," I whispered. "Even with all this fear, I want to be with you."

"Then that's enough," she promised. "Knowing that is more than enough."

We're going to start asking for help. Together."

"I got you, Noah."

"I love you. I'm deeply, painfully, forever in love with you."