Page 18 of Scarred Mountain Man

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You make me ridiculous. It’s your fault.”

I use my brush to paint his cheek.

“If you don’t let me get back to my canvas, you’ll be my canvas.”

“That sounds good to me.”

I pull back, putting my hands on my waist, nose up.

“Oh really? You lied to me! You told me you’d let me paint you as my wedding gift.”

“I’m posing every week as agreed.”

“It’s been six months! Yes, you’re here every week but you always manage to distract me.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I think it’s working fine.”

“The painting is nowhere near ready!”

“Good. We’ve all the time in the world, don’t we? If you spend the rest of our lives painting me, there's no time for you to paint another man.”

I laugh incredulous but I don’t fight it. I love this man and I’m so thankful I get to spend the rest of my life with him.

“We do. Now get in here, I need some sort of compensation,” I demand as I pull his lips against mine, catching his mischievous smirk forming before I do.

It’s not just his fault I get distracted, I can’t get enough of him either.

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