‘Why do you always leave straightaway?’ she asked. ‘It’s not even eleven yet.’ They’d been sleeping together for a month now, but he never stayed overnight. He shoved his hair back with one hand and flopped down on the bed next to her. ‘We chat, we cuddle,’ he said and looked at her closely. ‘Oh, you poor sweet thing,’ he said, as if he’d suddenly had an epiphany. ‘Are you feeling a bit needy? Oh, that’s so selfish of me.’ He threw himself back on the pillow and reached an arm around her neck to draw her close. ‘Let’s talk.’ Trapped against his chest Jess didn’t know whether to tell him to bugger off for being such a condescending bastard, or to enjoy the extra cuddle. In the end she decided to ignore the annoyance that surged inside her and just keep the peace. ‘What shall we talk about?’ she asked finally. ‘Tell me what you’re working on.’ For the past week or so she’d been thinking of using recycled tins as the base for a more-affordable art range with a high-turnover that could take Still Life’s work to a broader demographic.
What do You think about Chanel Sweethearts (2009)?
