I dragged my hands through his dark hair, savoring the silken strands against my calluses. There’s an artist, Ressina. She invited me to come paint with her and some others in two nights. Rhys pulled back to scan my face, then arched a brow. “Why do you not sound excited about it?” I gestured to our room, the town house, and blew out a breath. “I haven’t painted anything in a while.”
And yet you keep yapping about it
