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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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He just wanted her, and he’d take her anyway he could have her.

Kim made them spicy shrimp tacos, which were so delicious, and heavenly. After which, he took her for a tour of the grounds, showing her everything she needed. By the time he was done, it was late, and Kim was struggling to stay awake. Walking her to her bedroom, he waited for her to go inside.

“Thank you, Kurt.” She kissed him again, and he watched her go in. Moving toward the bedroom beside hers, he entered his own room.

Two kisses on the first day.

Kurt looked forward to more.

Chapter Three

The following morning, Kim stared at the three rooms, which displayed her art. She had also placed a large box on the table for Kurt to have a look at. She stood beside him, explaining when she painted certain pieces, and what they meant to her.

“This is amazing.” Kurt stopped at a particularly sexual piece.

The night she painted that, she’d stumbled onto a porn site online, and there she had watched fucking in its rawest forms. Even as she’d been aroused, she’d also been struck by the different couples on screen. She had watched some who were fucking as a job, others that were attracted to one another, and then even some of the amateur porn videos.

Instead of closing it down, and pushing it to one side as a dirty experience, she’d embraced it and found a great deal of inspiration.

“These can’t be shown around kids,” he said.

“No, they can’t.”

Was it her, or was his voice deeper, a little cracked?

He didn’t speak as he moved from one painting to another. When he was finished with her work, Kim waited for him to speak first.

“What inspired you to do those pieces?”

“Porn.”

Even as she said the word, her cheeks heated.

“Porn?”

“Yes.” She told him how those paintings came to being.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

“That’s a little personal?”

“From the paintings alone, you seem to envy what they’re doing.”

“You can’t tell all of that from some paintings,” she said, knowing she lied as she spoke.

Kurt started at her. “You know you can.”

“I’m a virgin. I’ve not had sex.” She expected him to laugh, but instead, he just nodded, and made his way toward the table where the box of sketches lay. “Is it okay if I go and get set up?”

“Yes.”

Kim didn’t wait around, and made her way straight toward her room. Entering, she went straight toward the windows, allowing fresh air into the room.

It was such a plain room, and she went to her supplies and started to mix her colors. She didn’t know what to paint, but the moment the paintbrush touched the color, and she placed it on the wall, inspiration took over.

Kurt hadn’t made fun of her.

He’d not ridiculed her lack of a sex partner.

A simple nod, and he’d gone to her other work.

She didn’t understand it.

She was a twenty-eight year old virgin, who had only kissed the guy who bullied her in high school. Kim couldn’t even think why she’d remained a virgin so long.

Sex didn’t scare her.

Connecting didn’t scare her.

She wanted to have sex.

The men she’d dated, they had left her cold.

Her mother always said to make sure that you trust the person you give yourself to. Kim hadn’t trusted any of the men she’d dated. Going on blind dates, double dates, they all sucked.

The only constant in her life was her art.

She didn’t know how much time passed before Kurt came into the room. He was carrying a glass of juice.

“I thought you might like this.”

When she checked the time on his watch, she saw it was already past lunchtime.

“I didn’t even know the time. I’m sorry. Do you want me to do lunch?”

“You’re not my maid.” Kurt stared past her, and when she turned to look, she gasped to see that she’d painted Kurt, only it was the face that haunted her. The way he would look when he’d say horrible names. She’d even put the names in a bubble near his lips. The painting looked more like a comic book illustration. “I’ve got a lot to do to make you trust me.”

“I didn’t even realize I’d drawn it.”

Only now, she felt … happy. The drawing had been locked up inside her, and now she felt free. He saw what she had seen all those times. On from the writing, which she’d done large, she had started to draw a vast field, and in the distance, two people, hand in hand.

She would have believed she’d drawn Noah and Elsa, if it wasn’t for the blonde hair. She had blonde hair.

“You’ve never had sex with anyone?”

“I said that. It’s what virgin means. Untouched.”

“Why?”

Kim shrugged. “Never been the right guy.” She turned to look at him. “You’re not that boy anymore.”

“You would flinch when I came near you.” Kurt didn’t look away from the drawing on the wall. “Your artwork touches the soul.”


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