31. Surprise

Adonis's POV

I stare at Theo in fascination as his green eyes, wide with wonder, roam the expanse of the art gallery, taking in the kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that adorn the walls. Each stroke of the artist's brush seems to be telling him a story and I feel happy with my choice to take him here instead of to an arcade or a park.

Simply looking at his bright face, I feel my heart melt. The soft light from the gallery's skylights cascades upon his features, brightening his every smile and gasp of awe. And I feel just so content, simply standing by his side, holding his hand and watching his every movement.

I loosen the grip of my fingers on his left hand as I notice the little fingers protruding from his plaster cast itching with an uncontainable desire to touch the canvases. But strangely, he doesn't let go of my hands. He holds me tightly whilst smiling at the painting of a serene landscape with vibrant colours.

"It reminds me of our camp," he tells me. I smile, glancing at