“Finished or unfinished, what does it truly matter? Show me, please?” Narrowing her eyes, Catherine couldn’t help but let out groan of disapproval. “You—” She began, placing her hands on both sides of his shoulders as she gave him a slight shake, “You’re no fun. Am I going to have to somehow locate your stash of drawings all on my own?”
“You’re so very stubborn, did you know that?” Sighing heavily, Alex only moved the picture further and further away from her. Taking hold of her wrists, he leant in to steal a quick kiss from his beloved. “You can look all you want, that doesn’t mean you’ll find it. Anywayt, wouldn’t you rather be here with me?”

















