I have to go to him now. I walk over and trip on those cans, take his paintbrush away, pull my hand through his hair, and it is thick and soft and it smells … what is that smell? Turpentine mixed with flower shampoo and a young boy, young man, hormones, something that smells so incredibly good, my husband never smells like that, now come here you dark-eyed man and kiss me, give yourself to me, release me, awaken me, paint me and immortalize me, imprint yourself on me.
This book contains explicit language.
