“Even to herself, she could not explain the anxious, cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. All this time while he’d been painting her he’d made her feel like the most important woman in the world, and his pleasure warmed her as if she were lying on a beach basking in pure sunlight. Now, without warning, it was if the moon had just eclipsed the sun, blackening it out and leaving her shivering in a day as dark as night, fearing that the sun would never return to warm her up again.”
