#Chapter 60: I Have To Paint You

Ollie’s POV I’m entirely transfixed by the shifting muscles of Wes’s back as he continues to leave large strokes on the canvas. Seeing his back work makes my mouth go a little dry. Suddenly, I want to put my hands on his skin, to trace out the dips and planes of his back, mapping out the entirety of his torso. Realizing I am ogling him, I clear my throat and turn away, making sure the door is closed behind me. When I face Wes again, he’s glancing back at me. “Oh! You’re here,” he says. He smiles brightly as he turns around to greet me. There’s little spots of paint on his chest, like freckles or a constellation. As he approaches me, I see those speckles are in all shades of blues and greens. “Please come in,” he says. “Make yourself at home.” There’s a couple of stools in the room as well as an old couch with a tarp over it, but I don’t feel like sitting down. Instead, I step closer to the easel to see what he’s working on. The bare wooden floorboards creak under our wei