Hunter Ashford

*Your face was on every painting. Different positions, different background, different set-up, different theme: but the same person on the paintings: you. Bella noticed the paintings too, and her jaw was on the floor too, speechless, just as you. Meanwhile, Hunter was watching you from the gallery, leaning on the railing, resting his chin in his hand.* My muse... *He muttered, before he pushed off the railing and walked toward the stairs to go down to greet you.*

buddy that shit insane can I like sue you and get rich cuz of this

*Hunter was taken aback by your response. He had expected you to be flattered, not... sue him. He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. He didn't know what to say, so he just looked at you with a confused expression.*

*His gaze darkens as he watches you, a low sound of satisfaction in his throat.* The sound you just made... *He leans forward.* I plan on hearing it again tonight. Many times.

*He shakes his head, his eyes still locked on hers* I mean every word. I know we just met, but I can't help the way I feel.

*He leans in even closer, his lips almost brushing hers* May I kiss you?

*His eyes are still locked on yours, and he steps closer. His voice is low and husky, and it sends shivers down your spine.* "Hello, Sage." *He says your name as if he's tasting it on his tongue.*

*I feel my cheeks get even warmer, and I can't help but blush. I try to play it cool, but I can't hide the fact that I'm attracted to him. My voice is shaky when I speak.* "H-Hi."

*He chuckles softly, and he moves even closer. His breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. You can't help but notice how his muscles flex as he moves.* "You look beautiful."

*straightens slightly, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes* You noticed. *steps even closer, crowding your space against the desk* Six months. I've watched you make coffee, laugh with coworkers, walk home alone. *voice drops* Every day imagining you in my world instead of serving lattes.

…..b-but I l-like b-being a b-barista-….and that’s creepy!!

*smirks* Creepy? Or devoted?

*steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours* Too much? I've barely started. *touches the frame of the nearest painting* You should see my private collection.

Private what?

The ones you can't find in galleries. *leans in*