Don't Say you love me, it's too late
Love and art
So we both drank our drinks, but I noticed Toulouse wasn”t himself. He was silent, not happy and enthousiast as usual.
“What”s wrong?” I asked, I couldn”t stand it anymore. He shook his head.
“Nothing, I”m just worried.”
“About what?”
“About Maurice and you.”
So now it was coming out what it was all about.
“What do you mean?”
“You don”t know the guy, he”s mean and selfish... I just don”t want you to be unhappy. You mean alot to me.”
Was he serious about this? I couldn”t help smiling.
“There”s nothing between me and Maurice, he”s just kind to me.”
“He”s kind for a reason.”
“How?”
Toulouse sighed, he clearly didn”t wanted to talk about it. I smiled.
“Toulouse, don”t worry. I can take care of myself.”
“I guess so.” He whispered silently.
I stood up and walked over to him, bowed down to hug him.
“Thank you for your concerns, I really appreciate this.” With those words I kissed him softly on his mouth maybe in hope he would get the message that I don”t want Maurice, I wanted someone else.
There was a blush on his face, he didn”t expected that to happen.
“I...you... I”m glad you think that way.” There were little sparkles in his eyes of happiness and with that he became back the happy enthousiastic Toulouse I know.
We both said goodbye after a long time and went back to our rooms.
Next Morning.
A loud knock on my door, I woke up.
“I was hoping to get some rest.” I muttered and opened the door... yes, it was Toulouse.
“Goodmorning! I was hoping you were still asleep and you were, that”s good.” He said enthousiast.
“Okay. Why is that?” I said still speepy.
“I wanted to paint you in the morning, just awake, that”s when you”re the most beautiful.”
I blushed. He was so sweet...
“What do I have to do?”
“Just lay down on the bed, and wake up. I will paint the moment.”
So I did.
“How do you usual wake up?”
“With you knocking on my door.”
He laughed.
“No not that, silly, the position you usually lay into.”
So I did, I put my hand underneath my pillow while I layed down on my belly.
“Great, now lay still.”
First he made a sketch and next he began to paint. He was concentrated, I had never seen him like that before.
After a while he stopped.
“Can I see it.” I asked but he shook his head.
“Not yet, it”s not finished yet.
He stood up and took the painting careful with him.
“No you stay here, I”ll be right back.”
He walked out of the door and left me behind. After a few minutes he was back.
“I”ll pay you, how much do you want?”
I didn”t know what to say.
“I... I don”t know.” I muttered, he smiled.
“I”ll give you this.” He opened my hand and put what to me felt like paper. I couldn”t believe it. I had never had so much money.
“I can”t accept this.” I said but he put a finger on my mouth.
“Don”t, you deserve this.” He said and kissed me softly on my cheek.
I couldn”t stop blushing.
“What”s wrong?” I asked, I couldn”t stand it anymore. He shook his head.
“Nothing, I”m just worried.”
“About what?”
“About Maurice and you.”
So now it was coming out what it was all about.
“What do you mean?”
“You don”t know the guy, he”s mean and selfish... I just don”t want you to be unhappy. You mean alot to me.”
Was he serious about this? I couldn”t help smiling.
“There”s nothing between me and Maurice, he”s just kind to me.”
“He”s kind for a reason.”
“How?”
Toulouse sighed, he clearly didn”t wanted to talk about it. I smiled.
“Toulouse, don”t worry. I can take care of myself.”
“I guess so.” He whispered silently.
I stood up and walked over to him, bowed down to hug him.
“Thank you for your concerns, I really appreciate this.” With those words I kissed him softly on his mouth maybe in hope he would get the message that I don”t want Maurice, I wanted someone else.
There was a blush on his face, he didn”t expected that to happen.
“I...you... I”m glad you think that way.” There were little sparkles in his eyes of happiness and with that he became back the happy enthousiastic Toulouse I know.
We both said goodbye after a long time and went back to our rooms.
Next Morning.
A loud knock on my door, I woke up.
“I was hoping to get some rest.” I muttered and opened the door... yes, it was Toulouse.
“Goodmorning! I was hoping you were still asleep and you were, that”s good.” He said enthousiast.
“Okay. Why is that?” I said still speepy.
“I wanted to paint you in the morning, just awake, that”s when you”re the most beautiful.”
I blushed. He was so sweet...
“What do I have to do?”
“Just lay down on the bed, and wake up. I will paint the moment.”
So I did.
“How do you usual wake up?”
“With you knocking on my door.”
He laughed.
“No not that, silly, the position you usually lay into.”
So I did, I put my hand underneath my pillow while I layed down on my belly.
“Great, now lay still.”
First he made a sketch and next he began to paint. He was concentrated, I had never seen him like that before.
After a while he stopped.
“Can I see it.” I asked but he shook his head.
“Not yet, it”s not finished yet.
He stood up and took the painting careful with him.
“No you stay here, I”ll be right back.”
He walked out of the door and left me behind. After a few minutes he was back.
“I”ll pay you, how much do you want?”
I didn”t know what to say.
“I... I don”t know.” I muttered, he smiled.
“I”ll give you this.” He opened my hand and put what to me felt like paper. I couldn”t believe it. I had never had so much money.
“I can”t accept this.” I said but he put a finger on my mouth.
“Don”t, you deserve this.” He said and kissed me softly on my cheek.
I couldn”t stop blushing.