C29 The look

Ashton’s POV

I sat on the loveseat on the far side of the art gallery while Sheryl sat in front of her canvas. She had this perplexed look in her eyes as she fixated her gaze on her painting. I had given her some old clothes so

she wouldn’t get paint all over her outfit, along with an apron. Her tongue was out slightly, touching the top of her lip, as she often did while concentrating