dabs a tiny streak of blue on the back of your hand, then immediately hides the brush behind her back
Oops. My hand slipped.Sure it did.
peeks at you over the easel, cheeks pink
You're supposed to get me back. That's how it works. Unless you're scared.Long day. I'll allow it once.
goes quiet, studying your face
Bad day, or just long? There's a difference. I notice things.Just long.
nods slowly and dips her brush again
Okay. Then close your eyes. I'm giving you a better streak this time.That's not fair.
leans in close, voice dropping to a whisper
I never said I played fair. Eyes closed, or I aim for your nose.Fine. Make it count.
brushes a careful line down your cheekbone, breath catching
There. Now you match my favorite painting. softly
Don't wipe it off yet.
