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Chapter Forty-Eight : Jay pov

The weeks after Rivera praised my drawing, something shifted inside me.

Not a big shift. Not dramatic. Just a small one. Like a door that had been closed for years had cracked open. Just enough to see light on the other side. I started drawing every day. Not because I had to. Because I wanted to. Because when I wasn't drawing, I was thinking about drawing. Because the blank page felt less like an enemy and more like a friend.

Cole noticed. "You're different," he sa
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  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and forty three

    Jay went back to the studio the next morning.He stood in front of a new canvas. The retrospective was three months away. Three months to create enough work for the main gallery. Three months to prove he belonged there.His hands were steady. His mind was quiet. He picked up a brush and started painting.Rivera walked in. She didn't knock."You're back," she said."I'm back.""You're working.""I'm working.""What are you painting?""I don't know yet."She walked to the canvas. She looked at it for a long time."Keep going," she said.Jay painted for weeks.He didn't count the days. He didn't count the hours. He just moved from canvas to canvas. The studio filled with color. The walls were covered. The floor was stacked with finished pieces.Cole came to the studio every evening. He didn't interrupt. He just sat in the corner and watched."You're different," Cole said one night.Jay didn't look up. "Different how?""Faster. Like you know exactly what you're doing.""I don't know what

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and forty two

    The phone rang at 6am.Jay grabbed it before it could wake Cole. He squinted at the screen. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Something made him answer."Hello?""Jay." It was a woman's voice. Familiar. Warm. "It's Elena."Jay sat up. "Elena?""I know it's early. I'm sorry.""What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong. I have news."Jay rubbed his eyes. "What kind of news?""The kind you've been waiting for. The Hamburger Bahnhof called. They want to feature your work in their main gallery. Not a side room. The main room."Jay blinked. "The main room?""The main room. They want to do a retrospective. Your entire body of work. From the beginning to now."Jay swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I don't have that many pieces.""Then paint more.""I only have a few months.""Then make them count."Jay was quiet. His mind was racing. The main room. The main gallery. The museum. It was huge. Too huge."Jay?" Elena said. "Are you there?""I'm here.""Say something.""I don't know what to say.

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and forty one

    The morning after the retrospective, Jay woke up to an empty bed.He sat up. Rubbed his eyes. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the birds outside. He could hear the city waking up. But he couldn't hear Cole.He got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. Looking out at the street."You're up early," Jay said.Cole turned around. "Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about last night?""Thinking about everything."Jay walked to him. "Everything is good.""It is.""Then why can't you sleep?"Cole shrugged. "I don't know. I think I'm still processing.""It's the same thing.""It's not.""It is."Jay took the coffee cup from his hands. He set it down on the counter. Then he put his arms around Cole."Eight paintings," Jay said."Eight paintings.""You sold eight paintings.""Actually, I sold eight paintings. You just watched."Cole laughed. "Fine. You sold eight paintings. I was just there."Jay pulled back. "You were more than jus

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and forty

    The day of the retrospective arrived faster than Jay expected.He woke up at 5am. The sky was still dark. His heart was pounding. His palms were sweaty. He lay in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to slow his breathing.Cole stirred next to him."Jay?" Cole mumbled."I'm awake.""What time is it?""Early."Cole reached for him. "Come here."Jay moved closer. Cole wrapped his arms around him. His grip was steady. Warm. Jay pressed his face into Cole's chest."I can't do this," Jay said."Yes, you can.""I can't."Cole pulled back and looked at him. "Listen to me. You've been working for this your whole life. You're ready. You've always been ready.""What if they hate it?""They won't.""You don't know that.""I know you." Cole kissed his forehead. "I know your work. It's impossible to hate."Jay closed his eyes. "I love you.""I know."They arrived at the gallery at 9am.The space was huge. White walls. Track lighting. Tall ceilings. Jay's paintings were already on

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and thirty nine

    The days blurred together.Jay woke up. He painted. He slept. He painted again. He stopped checking the clock. He stopped counting the hours. He just moved from canvas to canvas, brush to brush, color to color.Cole watched from a distance. He brought food. He left it on the table. He didn't interrupt. He knew better than to interrupt."You're different," Rivera said one afternoon.Jay didn't look up. "Different how?""Faster. Like you know exactly what you're doing.""I don't know what I'm doing.""Then you're pretending really well."Jay put his brush down. He looked at the canvas in front of him. A man standing on a bridge. The water below him. The sky above him."Who is that?" Rivera asked."I don't know.""Yes, you do."Jay looked closer. The man's face was familiar. His hands were open. His posture was relaxed. He was at peace."It's me," Jay said.Rivera nodded. "Good. Keep going."Jay painted for three more days.He finished the bridge painting. He started another one. A woman

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and thirty eight

    Jay woke up with a plan.He hadn't had one in weeks. Not really. He'd been drifting. Painting. Waiting. Letting things happen to him. But today was different. Today he knew exactly what he wanted to do.He got out of bed. Cole was still asleep. His arm was stretched across the empty space where Jay had been. Jay watched him for a moment. Then he walked to the kitchen and made coffee.The phone rang at 8am. Simone."Jay," she said. "I have news.""I'm listening.""The retrospective is confirmed. Six weeks from now. The main gallery. The works are being shipped next week."Jay sat down. "Six weeks?""Six weeks. You'll need to be there for the installation. The curator wants to meet you in person.""I'll be there.""Good. I'll send you the details."She hung up.Jay stared at the wall. Six weeks. That was nothing. That was everything. He needed to be ready. He needed to paint more. He needed to make sure every piece was perfect.Jay went to the studio that morning.He stood in front of a

  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter six

    Chapter Six: Cole pov(18+) Three days passed. Three days of stolen glances at the gym. Three days of almost touching and pulling away. Three days of lying to Maya over the phone while my chest burned with guilt and want. I couldn't take it anymore. "You're distracted." Coach Hartley pulled m

  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter five

    Chapter Five :Cole pov I didn't sleep. Not one hour. Not twenty minutes. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the feel of Jay's hand on my chest. The way his fingers pressed against my ribs. The way he whispered my name. Tell me to stop. I didn't. Then why are you still touch

  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter four

    Chapter Four : Jay pov Three days later, Maya asked me to do her a favor. "Can you drop this off at Cole's?" She handed me a small envelope. "His wallet. He left it at my place last night." I stared at the envelope like it was a snake. "Why me?" "Because I'm stuck at work and you're close

  • His sisters boyfriend    Chapter three

    Chapter Three : Jay pov I told myself it didn't mean anything. The staring. The way my chest went tight when Cole Ashford looked at me. The fact that I replayed every word of that gym conversation while lying in bed at 2am, staring at my ceiling, my heart beating too fast. It didn't mean anythi

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