Cos this is my first love

y with her sketchbook on the porch, and Noah with his garden. They didn't always talk, but the space between them gre

arden when Lily stepped outside, but instead of tending

he said, his grin

plied, curious. "

. "I was thinking... you always draw other peo

d. "What do

pulling a small sketchpad from behind his back. "So, I

her cheeks turned p

Not really. But I figure it's not abou

wing making her a little self-conscious. But the way Noah loo

steps and tucking her knees under her

ing cross-legged in the grass

ah's pencil scratched against the paper. He was surprisingly focused, his brow furrowed in concentratio

ding the sketchpad at arm's

standing and walking ov

. "It's not great," he warned, t

es were a little shaky, and the proportions were slightly off-but it was unmistakably her