Page 54 of His Sold Fated Mate

“Oh?” I tried to relax, but I found myself always tense now that Klaus was always around. I could feel his eyes on me wherever I went.

“Yeah, it’s humid too. Are you still planning to take a walk? I don’t know if we’re going to want to do that. We’re going to just bake in this heat.”

I swallowed. “How about we do something new today?”

“New?” He raised an eyebrow.

I nodded. “Yeah, something different than our routine.”

“Okay, like what?”

I shrugged, open to anything at this point. “Cally was telling me about a splatter painting class. We could do that.”

He looked shocked. “You want to splatter paint?”

I nodded. “Yeah, could be fun.” It honestly sounded freeing. Throwing paint at a canvas. It was better than being stuffed up in the house.

“Well, alright then. We can do that.”

I smiled. “Really? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can go alone.”

He shook his head. “No, I’ll go. Might be fun. I’ve never done it.”

An hour later, we arrived at the paint studio. It was run by a sweet old couple who taught classes and offered free painting. It was just down the block from City Hall with a cute hand-painted sign in the front window.

The inside was charming, with clay figurines waiting to be picked to paint. There was artwork strung on the walls and a glass window dividing the rooms.

“Here is the room you guys will be using.” Beverly, the owner, opened the door to a small room. The room smelled of paint, and two canvases were sitting waiting for them. It was a white room, with paint splatter already covering most of the walls. There was a tarp on the floor and paint cans waiting.

“I thought this was a class?” I turned, looking at Beverly. “It said that it was a class.”

She nodded. “Yes, but the other three were for a birthday, and they asked to come later instead. So, it’s just you two.”

“Is that a problem?” Klaus asked, glancing at me.

I shook my head. It wasn’t an issue, but I had hoped for some other chatter to drown out my thoughts. “No, I just wanted to make sure I had all the info I needed. So, this is the room.”

Beverly nodded. “Yeah, there are aprons behind the door on hooks. You have an hour to paint, and we keep the canvases for a week or two to dry.”

I nodded as Beverly shut the door, sealing Klaus and me alone again. Klaus looked around. “Seems like this place is popular. There is a lot of paint on the wall.”

I nodded, grabbing an apron. I threw it over and tightened it around me. Klaus grabbed the apron and scowled. “I don’t think this is going to help me.”

I took in the apron and then Klaus’s frame. The apron looked like it would maybe cover half of him, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “In their defense, I doubt they have a lot of large people who do this.”

He scoffed and hung his apron back up. “They should at least have something else. I’m not the only large person in this pack.”

“I could ask for a tablecloth.”

He crossed his arms, not looking impressed. “That’s a terrible joke.”

I smirked. “I wasn’t joking. We could tie it around you.”

“I think I’ll just go without.”

I took in his outfit. He was wearing jeans, but he had on a nice button-down. Why he decided to wear that, I’ll never know, but I would feel bad if it got ruined.

“That’s a nice shirt, Klaus. If this isn’t going to work, we can find something else to do.”