Colors of our hearts

tering with anticipation. This was her favorite spot, a place where the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the sounds of nature an

etermined to create something beautiful, something that would reflect her dreams and desires. As she dipped her brush int

r, followed by a startled yelp. Emma turned her head, eyes wide, to see a man stumbling backward, arms flailing as he t

sh. She hurried over, her heart poundi

, revealing a pair of striking blue eyes that held a mixture of embarrassment and surprise. "I'm so

ised even her. "You really know how to make an e

e tension in the air dissipated. "I'm Jack, by t

sped firmly, despite the water dripping from his fing

best first impression, I admit. I was hoping to get a better

mischief. "Well, you c

the connection forming between them, an electric current that buzzed just below the surface. There was somethin

the lake?" he asked, til

" Emma replied, gesturing to her easel. "Tod