I have to go to him now. I walk over and trip on those cans, take his paintbrush away, pull my hand through his hair, and it is thick and soft and it smells ... what is that smell? Turpentine mixed with flower shampoo and a young boy, young man, hormones, something that smells so incredibly good, my husband never smells like that, now come here you dark-eyed man and kiss me, give yourself to me, release me, awaken me, paint me and immortalize me, imprint yourself on me. This book contains explicit language.