Gallagher Is a Nude Model
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“Oh, I’m not either,” he confessed, chuckling. “I just wanted to impress you.”
Sunday’s heart pounded fiercely in his chest. His cheeks turned red hot, and he was grateful to the dim lights of the restaurant. “You impressed me, though.” He murmured. Sunday swallowed the knot that tangled his throat. “Here’s the truth, Mr. Gallagher.” He pinched the fork beside his right hand between his forefinger and thumb. The metal was too cold against his burning skin. “You always impressed me.” He swallowed another knot in his throat. “That’s the secret of my talent.”
After being accepted to the Académie des Beaux-Arts, Sunday becomes a prodigy in just two years. Many call him the new Raphael, others Caravaggio – but in the end, everyone considers him a skilled artist.
His paintings drip love; magnificence—who would have thought that a mysterious boy from Las Vegas possessed such talent? It’s almost like someone cursed him.
But here’s the thing.
His talent stems from an obsession that haunts him even in his worst dreams.
A man.OR
Sunday’s desire to be fucked by Gallagher is finally fulfilled.
Series
- Part 1 of ‘À Des Fins Académiques Uniquement.’