Skye’s P.O.V.
I sat on the porch, my sketchbook balanced on my knee as I shaded the last delicate lines of Lila’s face. The cabin was quiet now, the sounds of the others inside muffled by the walls. A cool breeze swept through the trees, rustling the leaves and bringing with it the scent of pine and earth. But all I could focus on was the drawing in front of me—the soft curve of Lila’s lips, the way her hair framed her face like a halo, and the light in her eyes that I could never quite capture.
I felt like an ass for leaving her alone back in the room. I could still see the look of confusion and hurt in her eyes when I had walked out, and it gnawed at me. But I’d needed to get out of there, needed to put some distance between us before I did something stupid.
The truth was, I had alrea
