Stella rested her head on my shoulder and stared dreamily at the landscape. “I’m in love with this place.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. My eyes lingered on the delicate lines of her profile, tracing a path from the stray dark curls billowing around her face to the sparkle in her eyes and the curve of her lips. I didn’t care much for art, but if I could immortalize her in that moment as a painting, I would. The setting sun cast a gorgeous glow over the island, but I didn’t bother looking at the view. I kept my gaze on Stella. “Me too.”
