Anton’s POV
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Ana looked up at me from her spot on the balcony, overlooking the rest of the now sleeping city. Her hair was lit up with a blueish glow from the moon, her porcelain skin perfect in the light.
It was well past three in the morning, and I'd woken up to an empty bed, but I had already known she'd be out here.
She had a smudge of dark blue paint on her cheek, and her hair was piled up into that signature bun of hers, held up with two pencils, while a few strands framed her face.
"Did I wake you?" she asked, automatically concerned.
I smiled, moving to sit down on the loveseat with her.
"No, I guess I just realized that you weren't there."
A soft smile graced her face as she said, "It's early."
"And you're painting."
She looked down at
