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After her sister breaks both her legs in a climbing accident, Venus Sweeney has to step in as a model in her absence. Instead of spending her summer getting ready for her last year of veterinary school, she is now set to spend time in It...
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The only light came from the abundance of various candles Harry had spread all over his loft. After countless hours of them chatting, getting to know each other, and laying in silence, Venus had come to realise Harry preferred candlelight to electricity. When she questioned him about it, he had simply just cocked his head to the side, studied her for a few seconds, and said, "There is freedom in not being revealed everything to. In art it lets your imagination wander, 'cause not being told everything means you have to figure it out on your own. There are untold stories and secrets in the shadows on a canvas."
Venus had only laughed at him, to which Harry had just looked at her, demanding an explanation to her outburst.
"You don't like the dark," she had reasoned. "How can you say secrets lay in the shadows when you're afraid of the dark? Why do you paint it?"
Harry had looked at her, studying her intently before he said, "I'm not so afraid of walking in the dark anymore."
Venus had thought about that answer for a few days now. Though people could learn to get rid of their phobias and the like, it was unusual to rid oneself of one so fast. Harry had leaned into water just a few days after confessing to her he didn't like it because he couldn't see the bottom and where he was walking, and now he told her he liked the dark parts of a canvas because of the possibilities they held. It was weird to her, but she liked the fact he was defying his fears. She was proud of him.
But right that second when she started thinking of this again, Venus was laid on the floor of Harry's loft. Night surrounded them, all the windows and the doors leading out to the balcony were open, filling the house with the humid yet refreshing air of the summer evening. Her eyes were on Harry as he stood above her, biting her lip as her mind started wandering again.
She had been laying in bed when he had called her name. The two had spent all day in his house, doing nothing but talk, fuck, and soak up in the little time they had left like this. Next Sunday she wouldn't be there. Next Sunday, she'd be at home in Maldon, packing up her stuff to go back down to London and to her last year of University. But neither wanted to think about that, they'd rather relish in this time they had together. But Venus had been laying in Harry's bed, about to get back to Portia on a text she'd received earlier that day when Harry called her. She'd been a bit surprised at first. After all, he'd told her, he needed to actually do some work today and not only spend his sweet time between her legs ("Though I very much want to do just that," he'd mumbled). It had been about an hour when she heard her name, so she put her phone aside and stepped into her summer dress. When she reached the loft, Harry had been standing by the balcony door, looking out over the landscape. He was wearing his white overalls, the top half tied so low on his waist she could make out the beginnings of his bum. And when he turned around, the dark trail of hair leading downwards was also very much visible, contrasting drastically with the light colour of the paint-splotched overalls.
