Internal Sin: 037

(CAMERON'S POINT OF VIEW)

It was rare that I found time to sit in front of my canvas in front of the doors leading to my balcony. The curtains and doors were wide open and the rays of sunlight shone on me.

I brought the pencil to the board but instead of being subjugated with inklings as I usually did, my brain was blanker than a sheet but I managed a stroke.

Painting and drawing were my safe space, my only narcotic and cure from the blitz of anger and hunger inside of me but right now, I needed a muse.

I reeled my head, looking over to Rhys who was occupying my sofa and browsing through a magazine. Feeling my attention on him, he lifted his head and locked me with his goldish orbs.

"Is there something you need, little human?"

I let my eyes roam all over his body, capturing every piece. I'd seen him without clothes before but the image in my head was blurry, it wasn't clear enough to plant on my canvas. "Take off your shirt." I blurted.

He crooked the perfect eyebrow, questioning.

"I