Alice’s POV
Brian and I have been having the best time together. Over the past few weekends, we’ve tried everything—jet skiing, pottery, painting... It’s been fun, messy, intimate, and something I never want to forget.
He painted me while I painted him. Mine actually turned out beautifully—maybe not gallery-worthy, but definitely something I was proud of. His, on the other hand... not bad, but I’m a hundred percent sure that whatever he drew wasn’t me.
When we were done and showed each other, I squinted at his painting and burst out laughing.
“Yeah, no... I’m sure that isn’t me.”
“It’s cute,” he said, his lips curling into a small smile like he actually meant it. That made me smile too.
Pottery was even worse. We couldn’t make anything tangible. Our ‘cup’ had a weirdly shaped top and
