HAZEL STYLES POV

"What are you painting," Ethan asked, and I glanced up at him.

"Just flowers," I said, then smiled. "It's been a while since I painted," I told him, and he nodded.

"Well, it's really pretty," he complimented, and I grinned.

"I know, right?" I stared at the canvas longingly. "I was going to paint you you know, but you were out as usual, so I had to paint flowers instead"

He walked over to me and then leaned over my shoulder. "Are you saying you can't paint me from ...