Happiness was a very abstract word. One could only sense it in contrast, but I could infuse my happiness in each stroke of my brush so that others could perceive it. I wanted to share it with them and have them envy me.

 

The long night passed in a blur. When the first rays of sunlight flooded in, I took a good look at my painting. By then, the half-done painting I had intermittently worked on was basically completed. The only thing left was the final coating.

 

decided to drink some water before getting some sleep. When it came to painting, it was natural to work overnight as inspiration struck, but extreme fatigue would also affect its quality. I couldn’t allow the

of the door lock turning sounded. As soon as I heard it, I left the glass

toward him, hugging him from the back. Going on tiptoes, I pecked him on the cheek. Christopher instantly turned and kissed me back. When our deep kiss ended, he

missed me so much though it’d only been a day since we last

him against the wall along the hallway. It was something he

slipped my hands into his clothes. I didn’t know how else to express my love for him, so I could only resort to

 

smoldered, a flaming fire blazing in his eyes. With a heave, he carried me up. While suspended in midair, I hooked my arms around his neck and pointed at

television, we flew past the tiles and landed on the carpet. As we moved

about my leg either, deliberately checking it over to ensure that it

 

I instinctively hooked my legs around his waist and raked my

grunt, Christopher buried

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