Bittersweet

Chapter 22 - Spilled Paint

“What do you want to paint?” Eve asked me.

We were both staring at the blank canvas. I wasn’t into art, and I had no idea what I should paint. I was sitting in Eve’s spot from earlier while he stood behind me, arms crossed over his chest, frowning as he looked at me. I bit my lower lip and scratched my forehead, trying to imagine some sort of scenery for the canvas.

I tilted my head. “I don’t know anything about art, just guide me.”

I turned my head towards him, making him raise an eyebrow. Eve was really handsome. His face had a more rugged, manly charm compared to mine. I’ll admit, I might have a more striking visual, but his face had that rare kind of charisma—effortless and powerful—one that could make any girl turn her head.

His gentle gestures toward everyone... No wonder even Devyn fell for him. Sometimes, I can’t believe he’s my boyfriend now. Thanks to his jealousy, we finally took the next step, leveling up whatever we had before. He's mine now—kahit ilang babae o lalaki pa ang lumingon sa kanya sa labas.

Eve leaned over me, taking my hand to guide me in painting a scene. He brushed a mixture of gray, white, and black onto the canvas. I watched him closely, trying to figure out what he was painting, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I hope that in the future, whenever I open my eyes, he’ll be the first thing I see before the sunlight hits the window.

“I love you…” The words slipped out of my mouth, surprising even me.

His eyes widened as he turned to look at me, the tip of his nose brushing mine. I could feel his breath hitch before a small smile curled at his lips. His eyes locked onto mine, full of emotions I couldn’t quite name, but they screamed love.

I didn’t regret saying it. At least for a moment, I saw that smile again—my favorite part of his face, especially when his lips curve like that. I found myself staring at his lips, hunger building within me. I gulped, craving to taste and nibble on them. Our eyes met again, and I could hear the loud pounding of a heart. Was it mine or his?

He grinned and wiped the brush across my nose, snapping me out of my trance and crashing my desire to kiss him.

“Eve!” I shouted, annoyed, as he laughed.

I dipped my whole hand into the paint palette, ready for revenge. When our eyes met again, he bolted away from me. The art room was soon filled with laughter and teasing as I chased him around. When I finally almost caught him, he pushed me down onto the couch, pinning both my wrists to the sofa’s backrest. My smile faltered when he slipped between my legs, his knees pressing against the sofa, trapping me beneath him.

I gasped as his free hand slid up my leg, smoothly resting my legs over his, his body pressing into mine. His eyes were burning with desire as his fingers traced along my jaw. I knew what he wanted. I admit, I was just as thirsty for him, and the way he was teasing me wasn’t helping.

“Eve, stop tempting me. It’s hard to hold back when you keep pushing and pulling away without taking responsibility,” I whispered.

He smirked, his face inches from mine, but he still wasn’t kissing me. I knew he loved it when I begged. He always wanted me to give in first, fueling the fire of my desires. I bit my lower lip, gulping again as I stared at his tempting, sinful lips.

“I want to taste those lips... Give them to me, Eve. I want them so bad.”

That was all it took. He crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily as I groaned in pleasure. He was sucking and nibbling on my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth. The silence in the room only emphasized the sound of our lips meeting over and over again.

He let go of my wrists, giving me the freedom to wrap my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer, choking him slightly as I deepened the kiss. Before I knew it, I was on his lap, grinding against him. My fingers tangled in his hair as he moved beneath me, a low growl escaping his lips.

“Fuck…” he murmured, breathless.

I quickly pulled off my shirt, and he did the same. My hands found his broad shoulders, guiding myself as I moved above him with perfect rhythm. He leaned back against the sofa, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes, his breath heavy with desire. My lips found their way to his neck, trailing down to his chest, and I couldn’t help but pinch his nipple.

“S-Stop…” he gasped, struggling to speak.

He gripped my waist tightly, halting my movements. “If you keep going, I might make a mess here. I don’t have any extra pants.”

I chuckled above him. Leaning closer, I whispered in his ear, “Do you have any blankets here? We’ll need one.”

He glanced at me, his eyes heavy with lust and his hair messy. He looked incredibly hot right now. I bit my lip as he reached behind the sofa, pulling out a piece of black fabric, typically used for flags.

“Take everything off. We’re about to create a masterpiece.”

Before I could say anything, he was already unbuckling my belt and pulling off my pants. As soon as we were both naked, he kissed me wildly, laying the fabric beneath us to prevent things from getting too messy. I straddled his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against me as he kissed his way down to my chest, biting my nipple.

“Ah! Eve!” I moaned, my fingers tangled in his hair as my eyes squeezed shut.

To my shock, he slipped a finger inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I melted against him, biting his sweaty shoulder to stifle the moan that escaped my lips. He moved his finger, making me gasp in pain and pleasure, and before I could adjust, he entered me without warning.

“Fuck you, Eve!” I cursed.

He didn’t move at first, giving me time to adjust before he started thrusting harder, filling me completely. I bounced on top of him, barely able to hold myself steady. My nails dug into his back, his hair, and the backrest of the sofa. We tried every position, knocking over paint cans in our frenzy. I even spilled white paint on Eve’s body in the chaos.

Breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat, we were lost in each other, becoming one. We kissed again to muffle our moans, but neither of us could hold back the sounds of pleasure filling the room. Eve loved marking my neck, and I was sure I’d have plenty of hickeys by the end of this.

We did it over and over until we were both utterly satisfied. I collapsed onto his chest, both of us catching our breath as we sat on the small chair. His hand clung to my waist, and he seemed surprisingly chill, like he hadn’t just lost all his energy. After a while, I looked over at the fabric we’d used earlier, now sprawled out in front of us.

I was still resting against his bare chest, feeling the heat between our bodies. The fabric was covered in paint, with different colors splattered everywhere, and even handprints left in various spots. I pouted, snatching my phone from Eve, who had been holding it, and snapped a picture of the art we’d created.

He chuckled beside me, but I ignored him, opening Instagram to post the picture to my story. As I picked a song, he kissed my neck again. I settled on the song "Hiwaga" by Tati Dc, adding a simple caption to the photo.