The Art of Love

Chapter 8: Rayne

Opening her eyes, she quickly closed them back. The light that was shining through the window, was indeed blinding. Burying her head back under the cover, she groaned.

Opening her eyes, she was staring at Zahir's chest. His body was perfection. She could tell that he worked out and took pride in it.

Raising herself, she pulled the cover back and was now face to face with him. He was still knocked out and she couldn't help but to admire him. He was handsome. Beautiful rather.

He slept with his mouth slightly opened while his snores filled the room. She started tracing his bottom lip with her finger. Careful to touch because she didn't want to wake him.

His full pouty lips were his best feature. She wanted to kiss him so bad. Biting her lip, she refused. He had nice long eyelashes too.

She could never understand how some men were blessed with long lashes while some woman ain't have shit.

Feeling frisky, she trailed her fingertips from his lips, down his chest and stopped at the brim of briefs. Looking at him quickly, he looked just the same.

"He must be a deep sleeper." She thought.

Turning back to the task at hand, she inched her hand into his brief before he stopped her.

Quickly turning to look back at him, she could've swore that he was still snoring. Eyes closed and all.

"Zahir." She said

"Mmm."

"You're rejecting me."

He opened one eye and looked at her. "Never."

"So why you stopping me?" She asked.

"Too early." He said before closing his eye back, placing his hand in his briefs and turning his head.

Glancing at the clock, it read 5:30am. Shit, it was early.

"I don't see what the time has to do with anything. This may be the last time you see me today." She said.

Snapping his head towards her, he frowned.

"You are mine for the day. We have all the time in the world actually. Trust me."

"What if i said that I'd be putting more work in than you?" She questioned.

Pulling her on his chest, he kissed her forehead.

"Go back to sleep crazy. You're not ready for that anyway."

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They ended up at back at 'Pierre's' walking closely together, they talked about all of the paintings that they passed.

Ending up back in front of the painting of the woman, Rayne turned to look at Zahir.

He was leaning up against the wall just watching her. She wanted to know what was going through his head at this moment.

"What?" He asked.

She shrugged. "Just thinking."

Raising his eyebrow, he waited for her to continue. The buzzing of his phone broke their gaze, as he reached down to see who it was.

Shaking his head, he hit decline and placed the phone back into his pocket. No one was worth his time right now.

"What made you change your mind?" Rayne asked all of a sudden.

"What you mean?"

"About me. I know we said this morning that we wouldn't revisit the topic again. Start all over but I'm curious."