I eyed the painting, tipping the bottle of beer, I took another drink and stared at it longer.
"If you look at it for too long the butterfly might come to life and fly right off that thing." Lincoln said drying his hair off with a towel.
Running my hands over the paint lines on the canvas I took another drink, "How can I ever say thank you for this?" I asked moving my eyes from it for a second before looking back at it.
He gave a small laugh "We always buy from the auctions, this year was my turn. Don't stress it Bellatrix. I had to buy something anyways." He eyed me "Wasn't about to pay three million to sit and feed you." He commented.
I laughed "I would've killed you if you did." I stood in my dress and turned to him "Can you unzip for me?" I asked.
His eyes ran over me slowly, "Sur
