𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒✓

twenty-eight

LILITH

I stared at the clay in front of me and wondered where I was supposed to start. The brown material was placed on the pottery wheel, as I tried to figure out how you begin with making a pot.

I have never tried anything like this but when I saw it in Lucian's painting room, I got an idea and thought I should try it.

Taking care of plants and learning about them was my only hobby. So I decided to try something else for once.

Painting wasn't something I was good at, even in school I always had the ugliest work. And now that I was seeing Lucian's immaculate paintings, I definitely knew that it was not for me.

It has been a week since our chaotic day where we had to spend the night at the motel and I was able to reassure Lucian that I was fine with staying home alone. I didn't want him completely dedicating his time to me.

He needed his time on his own.

Also, everything has been great between us. I pushed the ugly thoughts away. Whatever the fortune teller said were just empty words that I was not going to let ruin my mood.

Nothing was going to happen.

Everything will be fine.

I soaked the sponge in the water I had poured into one of the plastic cups and squeezed some of it into the clay.

Crap, I think I might have put too much water on it. I should have just put some water on my hand and not on the sponge.

I have watched a couple of videos on pottery before starting but it seems like all of those videos just flew out of my head.

I pressed on the pedal and the wheel started to move.

Just as I placed my hands on the clay, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

A loud scream escaped my lips and the beautiful round shape of the clay was now all over the wheel.

"Lucian!! I hate you. You always do this." I wanted to smack his arms that were wrapped around me but at the same time, I didn't want to smear his suit with my dirty hands.

"You don't and I'm sorry." He chuckled as he tightened his arms and kissed my bare shoulder. His lips lingered on my neck as well and a laugh bubbled through my chest when he poked my stomach with his fingers.

When he finally let go of me, he crouched next to me and pushed the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

He then fixed my top. It had sleeves that were off shoulders and it was tucked into my skirt that had a slit on the left side.

"What are you doing?" He looked at the mess I made.

"I was trying to make a pot for one of my flowers but I don't think I'm capable of doing so." A blush coated my face as I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders.