HAZEL STYLES POV

"I got some stuff from the market" Ethan announced, breaking through the blissful quietness in my head.

I turned to face him, my mind blanking out for a second.

"What?" I asked then looked back to see what I had been doing before his interruptions.

My eyes widened as I took in the half-finished canvas in front of me. Then I jerked when I noticed that I was holding a paintbrush in my hand. My eyes darted to the color palette on the table at my side enhancing my initial ...