Eye Candy - chapter 112 - Meaning

Edward stands back as I look around the room, his murmurs answering questions I don't have to ask. When I pause in front of a painting of the ocean with a little boy building a sand castle, I feel arms wrap around me from behind.

"My dad's," he whispers. "He did most of these… the others are prints of paintings we both loved."

"He painted this?" I ask, awe in my voice.

He nods. "He gave me his love of art."

"So this is you?" I ask, reaching toward the little boy.

Again, he nods, his lips finding my neck.

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