Chapter Fifty One

JADE'S POV

"Do you like it?"

He asks, as I stare at the picture of me he'd just taken with his phone to show me.

Like?

That term didn't even begin to explain exactly how I feel about the piece of work he made of my face but somehow, I'm lacking the right words to convey that right now.

It's almost as if he'd gone the extra mile to prove to me that knows exactly what he's doing when he picks a paint brush and honestly, I can count myself convinced.

"It's beautiful."

I tell him, for lack of a better words to describe it, hoping that he sees the genuinity of that answer in my eyes, or at least hears it in my voice.

That boyish grin that never fails to make my heart flutter gently grace's his lips while I watch, tugging at their corners and lighting up his face.

Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm being too extra with my description of how exactly he looks in this moment, but I know for a fact that it's beautiful to watch.

And I'm glad to see that his smile is less fake now.

It had knotted my