I watch as he unfolds the blanket and lays it flat on the ground. When he’s finished, he stands in front of me so we’re only inches apart. “See, I have this next-door neighbor who’s hot as fuck when she’s in her studio painting. It’s hypnotizing to watch her hips sway to the beat of the music with each stroke of her palette knife.” He gently wipes off a smudge of pink paint from my forehead and rubs it between his fingers as he speaks. “I’ve had this fantasy lately, involving a palette of paints and her being sprawled naked on the ground.”
