Page 31 of Wet Paint

My throat closed. “Will…”

“They’ve already confirmed the placement,” he added. “It’s going up next weekend. Your name, your work. It’s official.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment. I couldn’t. My hand flew to my mouth and I just sat there.

Stunned.

Overwhelmed.

He reached for me across the table, his voice softer now. “You deserve to be seen, Ivy. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up. But when I heard back today, I couldn’t wait.”

I stood, rounded the table in two quick steps, and fell into his arms.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, hugging him tight. “You did this for me?”

“Of course I did,” he murmured into my hair. “You’re the most talented person I’ve ever met. I’d do anything to make sure people see that.”

For the first time in weeks, I felt more than wanted.

I feltrecognized.

And it was because of him.

“I love you, Will,” I whispered into the crook of his neck. My heart was pounding, and I was overcome with joy.

His arms tightened around me. “I love you too, darling. And I’m so fucking proud of you. Always remember that.”

I would.

And I would love him forever.

Because when a man like Will gave you everything, you gave him your soul and never once asked for it back.