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given me another chance. He is my life.
    He rests his chin on my chest as I run my fingers through his hair. “Well, this is my studio. I hope you like it.”
    I smile. “I like what I’ve seen so far.”
    “I bet you do,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. He has that cocky smile on his face that I used to hate. Well, maybe I never hated it, but it drove me crazy. It still drives me crazy.
    “You know I do,” I say, smiling up at him. His wild, just-had-sex, hair is making me want to pull him to me again and never let him go.
    He runs his hands through my hair before kissing the spot between my breasts. “Get dressed. I’ll show you the rest,” he says, standing up to pick up our clothes.
    I start to pull on my clothes, and for the first time I notice all the sculptures around the room. By the look of it, he’s been spending most of his time in this studio. He has sculptures of at least fifty couples engaged in activities from dancing to embracing to kissing. He has an amazing talent, and I have no doubt that he will go far in his career. I’ve dreamt of living in a large studio apartment with him. It would have high ceilings and brick walls as well as bright lighting to showcase his sculptures and my paintings. It’s not a dream anymore; it’s something I can really see happening.
    Dane hands me a pair of safety glasses. “Here, put these on.” I raise my eyebrows at him. “Manly art, remember?” he says, cocking his head to the side.
    “I remember,” I say, smiling up at him.
    “Well, get those on and let’s get started.”
    I do as he asks and follow him to the side of the room that doesn’t have a window where he has all his sculpting tools set up. I watch as he pulls on a pair of yellow gloves that go all the way up to his elbows. This guy’s sexy as hell, even with shop glasses and welding gloves.
    “What do you want me to do?” I ask.
    He points toward the corner of the room. “Stand back over there. I have to shape this a little bit, and I don’t want anything flying at you.”
    I walk to my assigned spot and watch as he moves the tool back and forth, making one of his signature couples. I can see him being famous someday, a man known for his romantic sculptures. He’s very intense as he works; it’s fun to watch his face scrunch up as he tries to create his next masterpiece.
    When he’s done with the couple, he stops and grabs another smaller piece of metal in a slightly different shade, using it to make a heart. He places it in front of the couple and stands back, putting his hand on his chin to study it. “Does it look too perfect to you?” he asks, keeping his gaze fixed on the sculpture.
    “How do you mean?” The sculpture is perfect but the way he says it makes it sound wrong.
    “I mean, do they look too happy?” he asks.
    “No, it reminds me of us,” I reply, stepping closer to get a better look. The couple looks very happy and content.
    He smiles. “Good, that’s exactly what I was going for.”
    “Can I ask you something?”
    “You can ask me anything. You should know that by now,” he replies. Dane has always been very honest with me. It’s one of the things I love about him.
    “Why do you sculpt couples?” I ask, glancing around the room. There are couples everywhere. It’s as if he wants to capture every possible movement and emotion two people can feel together.
    “I was so alone growing up and I hated it. I try to show unconditional love in my art. Like us, for example, we’ve been through so much, but we’re still here. There will be dark days, I can guarantee that, but there will also be sunny days. It’s just life,” he answers. “I want to capture all of it just in case I never see it again.”
    His eyes wander around the room like he’s not quite sure how I’ll react.
    I think it’s beautiful.
    “Did you work on any while we were apart? I mean, I know it wasn’t a good time for you, but I was wondering if I could see them?”
    He looks down so