Julia
Still under the spray, I stilled as the bathroom door opened wide and Van appeared through the steam-covered glass stall. My hands crisscrossed my nakedness. “Van."
A smile filled his expression as he slid the glass door open. Reaching through the steam, he seized each of my hands. “What do you think you're hiding?"
The tenor of his voice rumbled through me as I relaxed my arms. “It's a reflex."
His green orbs simmered as he scanned from the top of my head to my toes. Even under the warm spray, my flesh peppered with goose bumps. His large finger came to the hickey upon my left breast, gently running over the bruise in small circles.
“I should leave more," he said, his eyes focused on the mark.
I reached for his hand. “Why are you here?"
“To see you, confirm you're real, and
