Our Safeguard

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

~Nolan~

       I laid down a bunch of painter's tarps on the ground of the studio, not wanting to get any paint on the floor like I did last time I painted. Thankfully, the studio was my and Jerome's so it wasn't too much of an issue, but I need to start training myself not to be such a messy painter.

       I once got paint in my hair when all I was doing was painting something on a small canvas. I don't even recall touching my hair at all.

       Once the painter's tarp was covering enough of the floor, and even some of the wall, I leaned a gigantic canvas up against the wall, standing back to make sure there was enough tarp nearby to stop me from making too big of a mess.

       Thought I wasn't sure why I was even trying. Knowing myself, I was going to end up getting paint under the tarp somehow.

       Everything was set up, so I went to the speaker that my phone was hooked up to and played my favourite song to dance to. I picked up two paintbrushes, one in each hand, and dipped them into some paint before I started dancing to the music. Whenever I got close to the canvas throughout my dance, I would splatter some paint onto it.

       Occasionally, I would dip the paint brushes into different colours so I would have more than two colours on the canvas.

       When the song came to an end, I stepped back from the canvas to see my work. To anyone who looked at it, it would probably look like I just splattered paint onto it but to me, it was a constant reminder of my favourite song. The one I danced to whenever I needed to just let loose. The one that kept me dancing.

       The door to the studio opened and Jerome walked in, carrying a bag of takeout food. He took one look at the studio before saying, "How did you get paint on the ceiling?"

       I looked up, seeing that there was a big splatter of paint on the ceiling. "Huh. Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised at this point. It would have been more surprising if I didn't get paint on the ceiling."

       "Good point," Jerome said. "You have paint in your hair, by the way."

       I looked in the mirrors lining the opposite wall from the canvas, seeing that there were bits of colourful paint in my hair. Once again, I didn't know how it happened, but I should have expected this.

       Jerome finally noticed the canvas I had just painted, and he smiled. "I don't know why you're so worried about starting the art program at university. You're extremely talented, Nolan."

       "I don't know why I'm worried about a lot of things, yet I am. It's called anxiety. I would recommend it. It's great. Ten out of ten, really."

        Jerome stared at me for a bit. "Your sarcasm really amazes me at times." He sat down on part of the ground that wasn't covered by the tarp, or paint, and placed the takeout bag on the ground. He patted the spot beside him. "Come eat."

       "Let me wash up first," I said, showing Jerome my hands, which also had paint on it. "Can we make out after?"

       "Wow, I'm surprised you only asked to make out and nothing else. I would have expected you to ask me to have sex right now."

       "Can we? Have sex, that is?"

       Jerome ignored me and told me to go wash up instead so I could eat with him. I begrudgingly made my way to the bathroom to clean up most of the paint on me. Well, at least only the paint on my skin. I did get paint on my clothes, but these were clothes I wore specifically when painting just in case I got paint all over it. There was also my hair, but I would handle that when I go take a shower at home.

       Hopefully with Jerome, but he was probably going to decline.

       Once the paint was off my skin, I walked back to the main area of the studio and sat down beside Jerome. Since he wouldn't make out with me right now, I did give him a quick kiss on the cheek before I began eating the food Jerome brought.

       By the time I finished eating, I was a bit full, which was also making me feel tired. Then again, I always felt tired. I laid down on the floor, stretching a bit before curling up. "I'm going to bed," I announce.

       "On the floor?" Jerome asked. "You do know we have a couch in the office that will probably be a lot more comfortable to sleep on, right?"

       I tilted my head to look in the direction of the office. "It's too far. I have to get up and walk there and lie down on the couch? It's less time consuming to sleep here."

       Jerome that it wasn't good enough for me to sleep on the ground, so he scooped me up and carried me over to the office. He gently laid me down on the couch but before he could move away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back to me, pressing my lips on his.

       Jerome didn't hesitate before climbing on top of me, kissing me deeper. Since this was a private place, my hands started trailing down his chest and made it to the hem of the shirt. I started tugging on it, but Jerome pulled away just then. "There's something I want to ask you," he said.

       "Can't you ask later?" I asked.

       "I'll probably forget," Jerome said. "I've been meaning to ask you for a while, but I kept forgetting. So since we eloped, we didn't really plan a honeymoon or anything, so how about we go on a simple one?"

       "A simple one?" 

       "Yeah. We can just go on a week long road trip or to a fancy hotel in a few cities over. Something we can plan last minute."

       I smiled at Jerome. "I like that idea."

       Jerome smiled back before connecting our lips again.

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woo jerlan road trip!

i keep forgetting that they're married in here lol.