Welcome to the A to Z Challenge! I am excited to share with you some meet cutes (and maybe some sexy scenes) throughout the month of April! Richard is going to be chiming in with a few of his characters from his Hallmark story, too! Here is the next installment, but stay tuned every day (except Sundays) this month for a short scene! Like and comment, and maybe I’ll continue the more popular stories in May!
– Jayden

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Erotic art is not what you think it is. Or maybe it is what you think it is. I wouldn’t always call it sexual. I would say sensual is a better word. This art gallery is doing an erotic art display, and I’ve been dying to go see it. Unfortunately, my work schedule makes it difficult to go out in the evenings, and the art show only runs in the afternoon and evening hours. I guess they think people don’t want to go see artwork first thing in the morning. I’m not sure if they’re right or wrong, but those are their hours anyway.

But today is finally my first day off since the exhibit opened, and I step off the train platform as soon as the doors open, eager to get to the museum. The door swishes open, and a blast of cool air hits me. The summer heat in Boston is no joke. It’s nothing like Florida, but at the height of summer, I am always glad to get back inside where there’s air conditioning.

Twenty minutes later, I’m sitting on a bench in the middle of one of the display rooms, enamored with a particular painting. It’s so well done, at first I thought it was a picture, but when I looked closely, I could see the brush strokes from the paint. The description posted on the wall next to it reads: 

Beauty: by Ewan Edgetin

A painting done of a sweet memory of someone who has been lost to time.

Lost to time. What is this, The Notebook? (I wouldn’t actually know as I’ve never seen it.) I can’t help but wonder who was lost to time and why. I’m lost in thought, just sitting there, looking at the beauty of the piece, when I feel someone sit down on the other end of the bench.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he says.

“It is. I can’t stop looking at it,” I reply, not turning to look at him at all.

“I felt that way the whole time I was painting it,” he says. “I couldn’t stop painting for hours and hours.”

I look at him for the first time. “Ewan?” I ask.

He grins. I’ve never met him before in my life, but the words on the wall and the paint strokes that make up this art are burned in my mind. My heart pounds as he extends his hand to me to shake. “And you are?”

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