Redlayn

“Is it really okay for us to be here?” I ask, my voice trembling as we pass a ‘Private property! Keep out!’ sign. She just glances at me over her shoulder and keeps moving on, slowly, yet with no hesitation in her step. “What, are you scared of a sign? Don’t worry – no one comes here, there are no guards nor cameras either.” She exhales. “Were you always such a coward?”

“That tickles.” She chuckles and shifts a bit in her seat. The touch of the brush's bristles send shivers down her spine, but she tries to endure it. I give her a faint kiss on her shoulder. “I know it does, but hey, you agreed to it.” She nods and I continue painting.