When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

A lot a lot of flirting And smut😏🤭 This was kinda shit but pls read my new story before you judge me it's so much better trust me on this one