I HATE YOU

"W...What are you doing?" She faltered in shock. Her lips parted in shock when the cold tip of the brush caressed her stomach, leaving a wet sensation of the paint behind. She looked down still in shock, he was using brown color on her skin. She looked up at him and shook her head.

She was utterly confused.

Why was he doing this?

A gasp left her lips and she continued to shake her head. Too vulnerable to even struggle. She can't accept how weak she was at the moment. She bit her lower lip and turned her head to the left side, facing the pool, letting him paint whatever he wanted.

Her eyes grazed the surface of the pool, steam was rising from it and roses were floating on the pool everywhere, so that's why his scent is mixed with the scent of roses, she thought and kept staring at the pool.

She almost arched her back when she felt another cold line of brush caressing her skin, going in different directions and making her flinch, the move felt almost sensual. It was making her feel t