Lexington And Jarrett Painting Novels & Stories

"Might be a good distraction for you." Luke's face lit up with a tentative smile. "Hell, why not," he agreed, standing up. Lexi looked surprised. "Wait, you can paint as well?" she asked, her eyes wide. I laughed, continuing to work on her tattoo. "Yeah, he can. He's actually pretty good." Luke walked over to the painting, leaning down to kiss Lexi's head before he started. "Yeah, but like landscapes at best," he said modestly. Lexi returned his smile. "Well, if I tried, it would look like a three-year-old tried to paint it, so..."

We spent nights debating art theories and studying the trickiest brushstrokes. "Congratulations, Scarlett. You did it." Levi handed me a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. I took the glass over and clinked it lightly against his before looking up at my painting, a massive oil canvas named "Unbound". On the canvas, a phoenix tore free from iron shackles as its wings of flame cut through the darkness and soared toward freedom. "Ms. Emberlyn's work is extraordinary, Mr. Archer," a renowned critic murmured with genuine awe. With a gentle smile on his lips, Levi turned to me with unconcealed pride and admiration shining in his eyes.

She was glaring at him as he poured more paint into her bucket. “You move like a snail,” Rylee hissed as she carried the bucket. “You could have said Thank you” Jaxon replied to her, Rylee ignored him and continued to do her. “Rylee is too stuck up.” I mumbled, Maren laughed. “She does that to you guys, not to me.” Maren said and continued painting. Three hours later we are still not yet done. We are covered in paints. Jaxon had left us to cook whatever he had in mind.

He kept an eye on them as he popped the boot and began to unload the paint cans there onto the sidewalk. Cam and Heath carried the ladders with them as they crossed the road. Cam, being Cam, also carried the painting toolbox from their renovations on the river house in one hand. Both of his mates were ruffled and rumpled from bed and Rhett could smell the sex on their skin when they drew close. “You made good time,” he said, picking up two of the heavy paint cans and leading the way across the gravel. Aislen and June stood near the car talking in low voices, and both women flicked looks their way as they passed.