Chapter Thirty: Brushes and Touches

Rosette POV

Self awareness is a thing.

Yes it is.

Because my entire body was reacting to way Damon was staring at me, I did not even have to look at him, to confirm that, his eyes followed my every movement and it made me proud in a way?

Was that even right?

I wanted Damon to stay away from me but the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes away from me, turned me on.

I needed some brushes, paints and sheets for my course, I also wanted to start practicing my art once again, after my visit to the Gallery, I got the inspiration that I lost long time ago.

I was torn between two paint brushes, and I couldn't even ask Damon for his suggestion, it was obvious that he wasn't the arts kind of person.

I have never perceived Damon as a sentimental person, not until his voice broke my trail of thoughts.

"Size six will be perfect if you want to get the thin lines"

Shock.

My eyes widened instantly as I turned to face him, "What did you say?"

"I can see that you are deliberating on this two brushes r