Falling for Sakura
Ah, the rose looks perfect now, he thought with a smile.
“Really?” Sakura asked, eyeing the photo she’d clipped to the side of the canvas. It was of the cherry tree she had taken that day before she met the brothers. She picked this particular picture because the tree stood alone with petals floating across in the wind, and in the distance, there were hills and beyond that the sea of the island. It was perfect for her painting.
Ned put down his brush and folded his arms across his chest, finally eyeing her. “So what’s bothering you?”