Eventually, Jamal pulled away, he teased his thumb against Xaloc's lips and watched as his eyes darkened even further before he reached for the door without hesitation this time.
Xaloc chuckled softly but still stepped through into the sunroom calmly. It was a large room with numerous windows and large blue drapes that helped soften the light in the room. There was a large cream sofa and a small wooden table opposite it.
When one crossed over the doorway, it was as if you had entered another world. The silence in the room and the scents of different paints made one's mood calm down.
He froze when he saw the unfinished painting easel in the middle of the room. It was a picture of him practising with a bow and arrow. His face was cold and focused on the target as his hand held the blue bow. Every stroke blended into each other creating a very lifelike portrait, one could only guess how much the painter poured into the picture.
