“No.” She stands. “I can help. I haven’t really been doing much. Hence the baking.”
My grin stretches across my cheeks. “Okay. I’ll go and get my stuff.”
I don’t have enough paint to do the whole bar, but I have enough for the first wall. That’s all I need.
Sienna watches me as I set up, tying her hair back into a braid. “You’re not just using one color?”
“Ah,” I glance down. “No. I think we can do better than that.”
She scoots closer, glancing into the pots. “What can I do?”
“Whatever you want.” I join her, both of us leaning over to look at the colors. Her arm brushes against mine, the sweetest tinge of raspberry dancing on my tongue.
Edible. Our Soul Bonded is definitely edible.
Shoving a lid over those thoughts, I sweep my hand out. “I’m thinking… we could do a mural on that wall. Maybe music-themed?”
Jax ambles up to us. “Did you say music?”
“Yeah.” Rubbing the pack of my neck, I notice Sienna watching me from the corner of my eye. “Like… instruments? Music notes, mics… that sort of thing.”
And a little message for my Soul Bonded, but I don’t mention that.
“How are you with music notes? Think you can paint some?” I ask her, and her brow furrows. “Maybe.”
She doesn’t sound sure, but I grab the small tin of black paint and a paintbrush in one hand, and her hand in the other. Leading her over to the wall, I show her the area I’m thinking of.
“We can put a trail of notes along here,” I suggest. “And then build everything else around it.”
Her hand still in mine, she reaches the other up to trace an invisible line. “Across here?”
“That’s it.”
I’m reluctant to drop her hand, but I need both of them to paint. Taking the brush, I dip it into the paint, leaning in and swirling a small note onto the wall.
Sienna lets out a small laugh. “It looks cute.”
Mock frowning, I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Art is notcute. Art is majestic.”
She smiles at me as she steps forward. “Can I try?” she asks, a tinge of excitement in her voice. Our hands touch as I hand over the brush, and I step back to watch her work. Her tongue darts out in concentration as she carefully paints a treble clef and steps back, looking to me with uncertainty in her eyes.
“Cute,” I tease softly. “And perfect.”
Her face lights up as she turns back to the wall. “Another?”
“However many you want.”
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SIENNA
Logan’s hand brushes against mine again, his fingers closing over to guide my hand across the wall, leaving sweeping, swirling lines of black behind that definitely wouldn’t look that pretty if I did it on my own.
His heat burns into my back as he gently tugs my braid. “They’re looking really good.”
You know who’s looking really, really fucking good? Logan.
I keep my eyes very firmly focused on the wall as he stops to yank his shirt off, hanging it over a chair. “Don’t want to mess it up,” he explains with an apologetic smile.
