Unfaithful...But I Found Love

2.

“Bryan!” She called sifting through boxes. His voice called back to her from the other room.

“Yeah, babe.”

“Have you seen my brushes? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.”

She moved to the next box in the room going through that one as well with no sign of her paintbrushes.

“No.”

“You know I can’t paint without them right.”

She drops her hands slapping them on her thighs frustrated that yet again she can’t find her paintbrush in any of the boxes she had searched so far. She turns around in the room going over to one of the boxes that she had already searched but was too frantic to find her paintbrush to pay that fact mind thinking she might have missed it in her haste to find them but they were no where in the boxes in the room with art supplies written on the boxes.

“They were very expensive and it took two months for me to save up enough money to buy them, ” she grumbled when the paintbrushes was no where to be seen.

Those paintbrushes are her life, her baby. Not knowing where they are is probably giving her a panic attack, which as happened more than once either from leaving it in the art department or at home or in her hair or she simply miss place it.

“If you can’t find them babe, don’t worry I’ll buy you new one’s maybe better.”

She didn’t like the sound of that she's too attach to those paint brushes to think about buying a new one and part with her old friends.

“I wasn’t ready to part with them you know, you don’t have to buy me new paintbrushes I'm sure they will turn up soon, they always do, ” she huffs giving up the search.

He chuckled thinking about all the time she had presumably lost those same paintbrushes. He shakes his head. She sure has a history of losing them to find them minutes later when she is more calm.

He enters the room. “Don’t worry we’ll find your precious paintbrush, because I can’t live to see you like this,” he kissed her pouting lips. “Not to mention you get to paint this sexy body of mine again, I know how much you enjoyed that the last time.”

Her eyes went wide colour dissolving in her cheek when she remembers that day. It was a good thing that she was dark skinned and it couldn’t show. From what she remembers paint was everywhere, there was paint on their body, when a session of painting turned into something more erotic.

She shakes her head to get the image out of her head. He smiled down at her knowing that she is thinking about that very day, how she was hot and bothered, the brush stroking the canvas then her skin, his skin, how the paint stick to her skin, his skin, how they became one. She wasn’t the only one affect by that memory.  His friend down south was getting excited, too excited when they haven’t done unpacking, not even close to finish.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he smirked walking out of the room leaving her flustered.

After a second she shakes her head with smile returning to unpacking the boxes knowing if they took care of each other unpacking would be left for another day. She wanted to unpack as soon as possible to get over burden of it so she can relax and paint.

She has not painted in four days and she is dying to pick up her brushes and paints again maybe as soon as she has some space in this room to get rid of the twitching in her fingers.

She unpacked without her favourite paintbrushes that are sitting in her old painting room of her apartment scattered on the floor after dropping while packing in a haste.