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The Art of Touch - part 2
You arrive at Drew’s art studio, your heart racing in anticipation of seeing him again and exploring your connection further. You find Drew hard at work on a new painting, his focus intense as he brings the canvas to life.
The scent of paint and canvas fills the air, and the room is filled with natural light from large windows, casting a warm glow over the space.
‘Drew,’ you say softly, not wanting to disturb him. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and a smile spreads across his face.
‘YN, I’m so glad you’re here.’ He sets down his brush and walks over to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. ‘I missed you.’
You melt into his arms, inhaling the scent of paint and turpentine that clings to him. It’s intoxicating.
‘I missed you too,’ you whisper.
He pulls back slightly, his hands on your waist, and looks into your eyes. ‘I can’t believe how much I’ve been thinking about you since we met.’
You smile shyly. ‘Me too.’
Drew leads you over to the canvas he was working on, and you gaze at the painting in progress. It’s a stunning portrait of a woman with long blonde hair, her eyes mesmerizing and her features delicate. You can’t help but feel a sense of awe that he’s created something so beautiful.
‘This is incredible,’ you say, your voice filled with admiration. ‘It’s like looking in a mirror.’
Drew chuckles. ‘I hope it’s a flattering portrait.’
You laugh too. ‘Of course it is. It’s amazing.’
He gestures to the canvas. ‘Want to help me finish it?’
You nod enthusiastically, eager to be part of his creative process. Drew hands you a brush and some paints, showing you how he likes to mix colors to achieve the perfect shade. As you work together, you feel a sense of connection growing between you, your movements in sync as you bring the painting to life.
The hours pass quickly, and before you know it, the sun is setting outside the windows. The studio is bathed in a warm golden light, casting long shadows across the floor.
‘I can’t believe how much we’ve accomplished today,’ Drew says, stepping back to admire your work. ‘This is truly something special.’
You feel a sense of pride and satisfaction, knowing that you’ve contributed to this beautiful piece of art. But as the day draws to a close, you can’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety about your growing feelings for Drew and his fear of commitment.
‘Drew,’ you say hesitantly, ‘can we talk about something?’
He looks at you, concern etched on his face. ‘Of course. What is it?’
You take a deep breath. ‘I know you said you have trouble with commitment, and I understand that. But I need to know if there’s any chance of us having something more than just a physical relationship.’
Drew’s eyes darken, and he looks away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. ‘YN, I care about you more than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time. But my past experiences have made me wary of getting too close to someone. I don’t want to hurt you.’
You nod, understanding his fears but still feeling the weight of your own desires. ‘I appreciate your honesty,’ you say softly. ‘And I know we can’t force anything. But I just wanted you to know how I feel.’
Drew reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. ‘Thank you for sharing that with me,’ he says gently. ‘I want you to know that I’m not ruling anything out. I just need time to figure things out.’
You squeeze his hand, grateful for his understanding and willingness to be open with you. As you stand there together, the erotic tension between you palpable, Drew leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.
‘YN,’ he whispers, ‘I can’t stop thinking about how much I desire you.’
You shiver at his touch and the intensity of his words, your eyes meeting across the canvas as you both realize that this connection is something truly special.
‘I can’t deny that I feel the same way,’ you say, looking into Drew’s eyes. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Drew smiles at you, his lips curving upwards in a way that makes your stomach flutter. He takes your hand in his and slowly traces each finger with his lips, kissing the tips and sucking gently on your index finger while maintaining eye contact with you. His lips are so soft, and the way he looks at you…it’s like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.
You reach out to touch one of Drew’s paintings, but he grabs your wrist, saying ‘not yet,’ before guiding your hand to his chest. ‘Feel me,’ he whispers, encouraging you to explore his body with your hands. His skin is warm and firm beneath your fingertips, and as you trace the contours of his muscles, he lets out a soft moan. ‘Your hands are works of art themselves,’ he says. ‘They deserve to be worshiped.’
Drew instructs you to sit on a stool while he stands in front of you, placing your hands on his shoulders. He then slowly undresses, allowing you to feel every inch of his skin as it’s revealed. You can’t help but marvel at the beauty of his body – the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the fine trail of hair that leads from his chest down to his groin. As he removes his clothes, you ask him if he’s ever had anyone touch him the way you’re touching him now. He responds with a smirk, ‘Not quite like this.’
The erotic tension between you builds as Drew steps closer, his naked body inches away from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the scent of his sweat is intoxicating. Your breath catches in your throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. ‘YN,’ he whispers, ‘I can’t stop thinking about how much I desire you.’
Just then, there’s a knock at the door. It’s one of Drew’s friends, checking in to see how the painting is going. You both scramble to get dressed and hide any evidence of your activities, your hearts racing as you try to act casual.
The friend enters the studio, oblivious to the passionate encounter that just took place mere moments ago. Drew introduces you, and you shake hands, trying to ignore the electricity that still crackles between you and Drew.
As the friend talks about the painting and offers suggestions, you can’t help but steal glances at Drew, your body aching for him. The desire in his eyes mirrors your own, and you know that this is far from over.