Chapter 2
Quinn's POV
I wanted to send her chocolates.
I wanted to send her flowers.
I wanted to send her my heart, wrapped in a bow.
I wanted to see her dreams so that when she woke, I could make them come true.
I wanted to be the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep.
I wanted to be the first thing she thought of when she shook the slumber out of her eyes.
And, oh my, those eyes.
Pools of dark chocolate, swirled with mystery and mischief.
I could dive into her eyes and swim endless laps.
Giving her my heart?
That was the easy part, for, you see, she had it right from the start.
The instance we met, when she placed her hand in mine, I knew it was game over.
She won and she won my heart, just like that.
Do you believe in fate?
That there is a certain way the universe works?
That there is something that determined I would meet you?
Because I believe.
How else can I explain the miracle that is you?
Oh, my love!
The thing that gets me, though?
It's her touch.
Simple.
Warm.
The gesture of her reaching out for my hand and when we touch-
I feel my heart explode.
It's like her fingertips touching mine set fireworks off my chest.
Can't you feel it, baby?
How can I explain it?
It's like only seeing in black and white.
Then someone shows you colors for the first time.
Blue and red and purple and green
Yellow and orange hues.
It's taking that crayon and scribbling all over a pristine white piece of paper.
Feeling free—
Loving you makes me feel free.
So, I know it doesn't make sense to you.
Why, for Valentine's Day, I got you a sketch pad and a box of 64 Crayola crayons.
It's because your love colors my world.
And together, we can make a masterpiece.