My mystery lover novel (Richard and Amy) novel Chapter 351

It was indeed much cooler in the mountain. One would find it hard to fasten his pace and leave such amazing scenery behind, especially with the light breeze gently brushing through the body.

"It's so chill here! I'm afraid we need to put on more clothes if we stay here longer." Finnley said as he felt refreshing all over his body.

"That's for sure. But it won't be a problem because I brought jackets. You can wear mine, in my pack." Dexter was busy setting up the easel, where he could start capturing the gorgeous scene before him very soon.

Finnley took a closer observation of the artist in front of him – a caring man with great attention to details. Amy told him that Dexter had been single all these years, except for one girlfriend – his painting. He was kind and anxious to help. And he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was single even though he was at his twenties.

"Why are you staring at me? I set this up for you, so you can paint later. Here, take the chair, I'll take the stuff out. You can watch me while I'm painting, you can also eat something if you're hungry. I don't know what you're into so I just got whatever was available." Dexter finished his preparation, then took his backpack over, emptying everything inside.

Finnley was a bit shocked. He got everything – fruit, snacks, water, etc.

'Does he think I was a kid? So many snacks…'

"I don't know what you like. But I'm sure you'll get bored. Since you're driving, I can't get you alcohol, so… only these." Dexter scratched his head. He chose things according to his sister's preference, since he wasn't much of a snacker.

"Thank you!" This was all Finnly could come up with as a reply. He went to the supermarket only to get four bottles of water and nothing else had even crossed his mind. But Dexter thought of it all.

"Come here, Finn. If you look from this angle, you'll see a different view. The focus is on that mountain, which is now very beautiful, but if you look at it from this angle, it looks more dangerous. Now why don't you try sketching its features out on your paper?" Dexter showed to Finnley what was special about that mountain. The warm air from his mouth was blown onto Finnley's face. His heart started pounding.

Finnley had never been so close to a man, which made him drenched in sweat.

Same for Dexter. He moved away right after talking. The pounding effect didn't occur when he was talking to his students – only when talking to Finnley.

"You can start first, and if you have any question in between, just ask me." Dexter, who also had a reddish complexion, went back to his easel and started mixing colors.

The two returned to the silent phase again. Dexter was focusing on his painting, while Finnley also started sketching.

Though Finnley was very interested in painting, never had he had a chance to execute it seriously. He was educated very strictly all the time, though he had no idea what good it did on him now.

He had several beautiful pictures in his mind, but when he held the pencil and actually did the work, they all turned into irregular funny lines.

Looking at his own "work", Finnley burst into laughter – that might be at most comics, right?

Hearing Finnley's laughter, Dexter came over and looked at his drawing. He did not laugh, however, but grabbed Finnley's hand instead and continued drawing on the paper. After a few additional lines, a stunning mountain popped up before their eyes.

"Look, you actually already took the essence of it, just need a little bit more touch. Go ahead, you'll get better after more practice." Dexter already saw Finnley as his student now and the messy thoughts earlier in his head were gone.

"Alright!" Finnley flipped a page and continued drawing.