Love Through LimeLight by Farrah Abraham Read Free Book Online Page B

specifications. Before I realize it, I’m grinning from ear to
ear, truly enjoying the experience.
    “Do you want me to take a look at what you have?” Giulia’s
voice startles me out of my concentration and I look up. My shoulders twinge
with pain and I roll them, slightly confused.
    “Oh yeah. You were in the zone, weren’t you?” Giulia taps
the designer watch on her wrist. “It’s been almost two hours. You’ve barely
looked up from that table.”
    Two hours? I jerk at her words. It doesn’t felt like that
much time has passed. In fact, it feels like only ten or fifteen minutes have
gone by since I sat down. I stand up slowly and the truth of her words is
undeniable. My feet are asleep.
    “You know, if you really like what you’ve made, we can put
it in the oven. That’s how pottery and statue carving work. You mold what you
want and then if you like it you keep it. If you don’t, you start again.”
    I turn back to the table and glance at what I’ve been
making. A sharp laugh leaves my lips and Giulia raises an eyebrow. She can’t
see what’s behind my back and she’s polite enough not to try to peek. But I
know her curiosity has to be getting the better of her.
    “I…” I look back at my creation once more and smile. “Yeah,
I think I’d like to keep it.”
    Giulia claps her hands together and instead of going around
me to see my creation as I expect, she goes to the other side of the room and
prepares the kiln. “It’s already on,” she explains. “But we need to make sure
to prep it properly.”
    I watch her as she gets the giant oven ready for my
creation. While she does that, I turn back to it. A smile spreads across my
face. I have never understood why anyone would spend a large amount of money on
something that you only look at. But now I am starting to get it. The sheer
pleasure I get out of looking at this thing that I created with my own hands,
makes me deliriously happy.
    It relaxes me just as surely as any of the massages I’ve
gotten in the past. This is something I made with my own two hands and it
represents me.
    I smooth my fingers along the surface, slightly reshaping
the clay.
    Giulia finally looks over my shoulder and giggles. She claps
her hands. “Of course. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
    I tilt my head back and grin right back at her. In my hands,
I am holding a clay sculpture of two perfect breasts. They are a mirror image
of mine, heavy and perky.
    “I think this is a good thing, Fallon. You have really
touched on something deep about yourself with this piece.”
    I blush at her compliment. “Are you saying that I like boobs
so much that I made a pair to play with?”
    “Oh no. And I think you know exactly what I meant, you’re
just embarrassed.” Giulia takes the sculpture from me and I almost ask her to
be careful. I don’t want them broken before I have the chance to really enjoy
them.
    Just that thought is enough to make me blush. My sexuality
has always been something that was important to me. While I was shaping the
sculpture I had felt empowered by reveling in it. But now it feels like
something to be kept under wraps. I’m not sure why.
    Maybe the confines of how society views sexuality are
something that I will never be able to shake. Maybe the only way I will ever be
completely free to explore what I really want is in the underground of New
York. Barry flits across my mind again and I immediately push him away.
    I won’t settle for anything less than absolutely everything
I deserve.
    “It’s going to take a little bit for the clay to completely
bake. Once it does, it will be beautiful, shiny, and smooth.”
    That thought makes me smile. I push my embarrassment to the
side and try to simply enjoy the way it makes me feel to have created something
that makes me happy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of and I don’t want to feel
that way about my creation.
    Giulia puts her hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you take a
little time to