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Chapter 45:Painted In Desire

Author: Queen jessy
last update publish date: 2026-06-22 07:33:29

Eli adjusted the canvas on the easel for the third time that afternoon. The light in the studio had shifted again, throwing new shadows across Sebastian’s shoulders. Three weeks of this. Three weeks of Sebastian showing up four times a week, settling into the old wooden chair with his legs spread just slightly, hands resting on his thighs, looking at Eli like the painting was only an excuse.

Sebastian had approached him after the group exhibition last month. Eli remembered the moment clearly. H
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