I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there with her in my arms but the second Skylar finally stepped back, I already missed the warmth. It was stupid, but nothing compared to this—being here with her, seeing her eyes soften like that, feeling like I was someone worth holding on to.
She tilted her head, a small smile tugging her lips.
“So,” she said, “what now? Are you going to stand there looking like you’re about to write me a sonnet, or are we actually going to do something?”
I smirked. “A sonnet, huh? Tempting. But fine…what do you want to do?”
Her eyes lit up and her lips curled up. “You ever just hang out in the art studio? I need to finish something.”
Five minutes later, I was perched on one of the high stools, watching her spread out her pencils, brushes, and a battered ske
