Liana's POV
I waited on the bed, till Kieran was ready. When he'd told me he wanted to paint me, a small part of me had thought he was joking or simply pulling my legs. But the moment he got on his feet, I just knew he was serious about it.
I watched as he carefully changed the easel. Apparently, before I'd woken up, he had started a painting, and I just had to cut him short when I woke up. He didn't seem to mind though. If anything, he was actually glad I did.
His muscles flexed as he swapped his almost full easel for a fresh one. I couldn't see what he was paining previously, but I just knew I would get a glimpse of it later, all I needed to do was ask.