The Art of Scandal

by Regina Black

These days, she was his only inspiration. Her laugh. Her smile. The dark glisten of her sweaty skin against his sheets. He could trace it all from memory onto his canvas.

“Look at me.” He cupped her face in both hands. “I’m not too young. I’m not a mistake. I just want you to see me.”

How could she look at him as if he were oxygen one minute and hold her breath the next?

Mistakes aren’t debts we owe to other people. They’re just part of living.”