Violet
Vibrant purples, greens, and blues erupted from my paintbrush. I swirled the brush around the paint, mixing gold with periwinkle and smudging the paint along the canvas. My brush hovered over the charcoal black, my mind wandering to the night Niklaus had kissed me. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I touched my fingers to my lips. Out of all people on this planet, I never imagine Niklaus Hale to have been my first kiss. The door to my bedroom opened and closed, and I hollered to whoever entered that I was in the library. The door to my little sanctuary opened and I turned to view the devil himself leaning against my bookshelf. c*****g an eyebrow, I gave my attention back to my painting and attempted to hide the girlish blush that had risen to my face.
"You're uncharacteristically quiet.
