Chapter 105 I Paint Better When You're Around

• SERA
• I woke up slowly, still half-dreaming, still wanting to stay adrift. For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. Then my eyes found something too beautiful to make sense of: Beck sitting on the floor, resting his chin on the edge of the couch, looking at me like he needed to make sure I was real.
• His hair was a mess, a smear of dry paint marked his neck, and a faint blue line streaked across his cheek. He looked like someone completely unaware of how distractingly beautiful he was—and maybe that was exactly what made him so.