Willison POV

Warm arms snaked around Mia’s waist and pulled her back against a hard chest. Soft kisses rained down on her neck and she sighed, melting back into Willison, the paintbrush she was holding, drooping as she forgot about it.

“Are you nearly done?” he whispered against her neck.

“Hmm? Oh shit,” she shrieked as the paintbrush fell out of her hands and hit the drop sheet under their feet. Mia turned around and slapped Willison’s shoulder as he chuckled at her. “You distracted me,” she moaned.

“It looks done to me,” Willison said, looking at the wall she’d been painting.

They were at the apartment and pretty much...