Art is an expression of the heart. It allows you to create and inspire while your imagination and emotions run wild. Isla Heart is a prime example of that. A true artist through and through. Inspired by the everyday trials and tribulations of her ho...
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Packing up her belongings, she's only one of two people still left in the building. The time got away from her so quickly that by the time the boys called her it was already 8 pm. She knows her mother hates when she leaves that late by herself as a female. Amelia left hours ago to go check up on a dog she's house sitting to make extra money to fund her art supplies. Shooting Iris a quick text, she tells her to let her and her father know that she stayed late at school. Receiving an 'ok, we're working late' text, Isla rolls her eyes.
"I don't even know why I bother with any of them. Shit I might stay in the Caribbean if I get this spot in the program." Grumbling to herself, she feels her body collide with the wall as a massive figure bumps into her.
Knocking all of her art supplies over, including herself, Isla is stunned.
"Oh shit, baybay my bad!"
Bending down to help her up, Isla finally gets a look at the culprit and he is gorgeous. He is literally massive in every sense of the word. At least 6'3 and every bit of 200 plus pounds. His body is firm, but thick just the way Isla appreciates. Staring at him in awe, she doesn't even respond. Studying his blemish free caramel colored face and features surrounded by the softest silkiest looking fade she's ever seen. Isla is speechless. Finally realizing his practice equipment, his astronomical size makes sense now.
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"My fault, beautiful. Let me help yuh." Helping her up, he picks up all of her sketchbooks, charcoal pencils, and watercolor palettes. "You draw?" His thick southern accent spills out of his kissable full lips.
Nodding, Isla is in a nervous trance.
"I'm Felix, by the way." He smiles and he has some of the prettiest teeth she's ever seen.
"Isla."
"That's a beautiful name. I'm sorry for knockin yuh ova. My ass was rushin and shit and yuh so short I ain't even see yuh!" He laughs, which in turn makes her chuckle too.
"I'm not short! I'm average size! 5'5 and a quarter is an average height for a girl!" She places her hand on her hip in a playful 'I told you so' manner.
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