At night, Janet wore her headphones and sat on the chair, with one leg under her bum, and began working on her design.

Her elegant fingers had a way of their own with the pen. She painted at ease, drawing bold, confident strokes. The window was open, and the summer breeze rustled her long, silky locks.

Ethan knocked on the door. His heart flipped when he witnessed the beautiful scene.

Janet glanced at him and looked away, focusing on the painting.

Ethan took her gesture as approval to get into the room. He shamelessly walked in and closed the door.