Ethereal ✾ ||C.S||

XXIX. Bare

✾Ruby's pov

Cole set up the white backdrop while I hung up the photography lights in the corner of the room. He then left and came back in holding small glass bottles of paint against his bare chest. The house was burning up due to the extreme warm weather. I had my hair in a bun at the top of my head while Cole roamed around the house in just his trousers. I picked up my phone to turn up the volume of the song that was playing as he stared at me.

And your lips are red and all the pictures that you send.
Wearing white or black, all leading up to when we met.

I helped him set down the paints and then pulled him with me to the white backdrop, gently pushing him into place. Then I picked up one of my paint bottles, looking up at him slowly and longingly.

"Stay still.", I whispered.

I took out some paint in my hand not taking my eyes off of him as I dragged my fingers up his arm with the dark blue paint dripping down from them. The substance was cold. I felt him slightly shiver to my touch. I smeared the paint up his neck and all over his firm jaw as I leaned up, gently pressing my lips to his.

Truly, know that you really don't need to be in love to make love to me.

He never once took his eyes off me. He stayed quiet. An hour later his body was covered in all kinds of different contrast of colors and positive words. On his cheek was my name written in small doodle font. I had painted bright white stars against the more darker paint on his body. I took out a napkin from my pocket to wipe my fingers and then turned on the beauty light and faced it toward him. I then picked up his camera and took a few steps back from him.

Every picture I took almost felt dramatically slow like time was moving at the pace of the ocean, colliding with the dry sand just to leave it again moments after. I took a few more pictures as he moved a bit more naturally, tilting his head to the side and pushing his fingers through his thick, dark hair. As if on cue, I snapped another picture which was surprisingly perfect. The lens was focused on his beautiful, tidal wave eyes and his entire painted torso was slightly blurry with the edges of his body darker than rest of the photo. The light faded out further back into a black fuzz. This was it. This was the photo for my art project.

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honestly, i would love being his muse.