Colors ○ jb

19. The Storm

Songs for the chapter:

Beyonce - Broken-hearted girl

Enrique Iglesias ft Ciara - Takin' back my love

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Even in my sleep, I could've feel his strong hands pressing me to his naked body and that simply made me smile. Yes, I was sure that even when I was sleeping, I was smiling, because I go to sleep and wake up with the same stupid smile every morning.. And every morning I feel like I'm in those romantic movies that your boyfriend doesn't want to watch with you, because they're too sloppy. 

"Baby.." his soft lips slid on my neck, making me wake up. "Baby, wake up."

"Mm.." I murmured under his touch, trying to ignore him. I really wanted to sleep a little bit more today, even though the house work was waiting for me. Jason was at his grandma's house and I wanted to use this time to clean around. "What's going on?" I murmured, when I saw Justin wouldn't stop. 

"I want to spend a little time with you before I go to work." He squeezed me in his arms, reminding me of what happened last nigh.

I smiled. Since we came back from Mauritius, we didn't stop exchanging lust and tenderness. Justin looked somehow insatiable and I didn't have anything against it. I felt perfect and happy.

I opened my eyes and turned, looking at him. He looked so calm, ordinary and happy.. just like me. Like he was my mirror-image. 

"What's up with you these days?" I asked, giggling. 

"Nothing, I just want to spend more time with you." A smile appeared on his face, while his hand was caressing mine and removing hair from it. "Is it bad?"

"No." I smiled, too.

We continue looking at each other's eyes for a few minutes. And through that time, those thoughts burst into my mind again. This feeling that something bad will happen grew in me. Like I was so used to something bad to happen in my life, that I even started searching for a reason this to happen. 

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Later this day I went to the studio. I didn't go down there since we came back from our holiday. Over the concerns I had over Jason, I didn't have any time for painting, and I wanted to.. I wanted to express everything that I had in me in the way I know best - the art. 

I spent a few hours in the studio. My brushes were sliding fast against the canvas, leaving beautiful traces. I didn't know what exactly I was drawing. I had so much ideas in me that I didn't know how to combine them, so it could turn out the way I want it at the end. I was so into what I was doing that I isolated everything around me. I didn't pay any attention to the small noises Esther was making or to my ringing phone. I just wanted a little bit time with myself.. with my passion. I needed so bad to relax and set myself free from every emotion I had in me. 

When I finished, I was like a corpse. I didn't have strength for anything and the paint wasn't even finished. I looked at it for a few minutes. Two figures were uniting in one - skin to skin and love, spreading around them. I smiled. I would finish it another time. 

I wiped my hands clean in the apron I had around my waist and took my phone. I had a few calls from Maybelline and one from my mother. Walking out of the studio, I was still holding my phone in my hands. I noticed a message from Justin and smiled. 

"I can't wait to come back home. I miss you."

I read his message, while climbing the stairs. He sent it sometime near lunch. I didn't sense when this stupid smile appeared on my face. This man.. he makes me go crazy, like I'm some naive teenage girl again.