Chapter 16
Mornings had always been Tony’s favorite. The sun rose with a new day and fresh inspiration was alight. But waking up to Krissy in his arms, her breaths lightly brushing against his bare chest, her scent of waffle cones, surrounding him, it couldn’t get better than that.
He glanced down at her, his fingers itching to pick up a paintbrush to capture her beauty in the sliver of sunlight that shimmered through the window and across her cheekbone. It was as if the light was attracted to her, absorbing into her essence, then exploding out into a bright shimmer across the room.
His sketch pad was just in reach, by the pizza box they eventually brought in last night, so he shifted, careful not to wake her, and retrieved the book and a pencil. He wasn’t much for drawing with pencil a
