Chapter 83 X

• August
• When I broke the kiss, she teetered on her heels, her fingers kneading the thick cloth. "Mmmm..." The growl was almost inaudible, the overtones laced with my own sense of depravity. I took an exacting step backward, breaking our connection.
• She let go, immediately tugging a stray strand of hair from her eyes, turning her attention once again toward the painting. "This is my space, all mine. It's very personal, just like the paintings. No one has ever been here before." Her words came one after the other.