Chapter 12

“I’m glad you like his work, and the artist. And I’m glad I had the opportunity to introduce you two and share this with you.”

“This is an amazing gift, Corey. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

“You did that already. Just being here at my side is the perfect thank you.” He turns to face me and nails his lips to mine in front of Forever Red. Our faces melt together with passion. The kiss is strong and potent, and almost proves that he’s never going to let me go, loving me until the end of time.

I realize for maybe the first time that I am a painting to him, comprised of the same rich three hues that Livingston has chosen for his western pieces, and that Corey has much cowboy lust for me, which isn’t about to dissipate anytime soon, if ever. 14: A Part of Me