Liana's POV
I waited on the bed, till Kieran was ready. When he'd told me he wanted to paint me, a small part of me had thought he was joking or simply pulling my legs. But the moment he got on his feet, I just knew he was serious about it.
I watched as he carefully changed the easel. Apparently, before I'd woken up, he had started a painting, and I just had to cut him short when I woke up. He didn't seem to mind though. If anything, he was actually glad I did.
His muscles flexed as he swapped his almost full easel for a fresh one. I couldn't see what he was paining previously, but I just knew I would get a glimpse of it later, all I needed to do was ask.
He was still in his grey sweatpants as he walked towards me. His abs stood out to me as he stood shirtless in front of me, and for a moment, I deliberated running my hands down his abs. I knew better though, doing that was only going to result in a hot make out session or our bodies tangling under the sheets.
