The Art of Scandal

by Regina Black

That was the last time he’d shown it to anyone he was dating. But this was different. Rachel wasn’t his girlfriend. Friend also seemed inadequate. Rachel was a feeling. She was the reason he woke up every morning and checked his phone with his heart in his throat. She was the flutter in his chest when he drove by The Stand. She was a spark that made him want to draw again.

“What am I?”

“You’re the fucking sun.”