"Already?" I replied, puzzled.

"What do you mean 'already'? It's after midnight." She still looked confused.

"Damn. I had no idea." I must have been working on that painting for hours.

"You were really intense with that painting. Something's really bothering you. I was in the room for about fifteen minutes before I touched you. You never even looked up." She took the washcloth from me, knelt down, and began scrubbing the paint flecks from my shins and calves. The sight of her gorgeous, wet, naked body kneeling before me caused my cock to take notice and twitch approvingly. "We don't have to talk about it now, if you don't...