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“Darling, will you please stop pouting? It’s only for a little bit longer.”
Curt huffed but returned his expression to a smirk. When Owen had come to him saying he would love nothing more than to paint him, Curt had jumped at the opportunity; he adored his soulmate’s work, even if the people around them didn’t.
Owen was a vision when he was creating. Each deliberate stroke of his brush, the focus in his eyes, the furrow in his brow, the slight tension in his lips. . . It made Curt want to kiss him silly.
“I can feel you lusting after me from all the way over here, Curtis,” Owen chided playfully from behind his easel.
Curt rolled his eyes at the usage of his full name. “It’s not my fault that you’re breathtaking when you work, lambkin.”
“Sweet words won’t get you out of this any quicker, my love,” Owen said, sounding highly amused.
“What if I bat my eyelashes at you? Beg for you to sweep me off my feet?”
“I do love to hear you beg.” Owen put his brush down and stood, striding over quickly before picking him up in a bridal carry.
Curt laughed with surprised glee. “Owen!”
Owen kissed him softly, tenderly. When they pulled apart he pressed his forehead against Curt’s, their noses brushing. “I adore you,” He breathed.
“And I you.” Curt leaned up and kissed him again.