Julia
My eyes fluttered open as the car came to a stop. As we began to move again, I sat up, wiped a bit of drool from my lips, and hoped that Van hadn't seen the drool in the darkness. The pitch-black sky beyond our windows was filled with millions of stars. “I love how pretty the sky is here."
“Did you have a nice nap?" Van asked with a grin.
“Tell me I didn't snore."
“Your secret is safe."
I peered up to the front seat. This whole bodyguard thing was new to me. Maybe Van made them sign some kind of 'do not disclose' form, stopping a tell-all book from surfacing about my snoring and drooling.
“We're almost home," he said.
“I like the sound of that."
A few minutes later, Michael brought the car to a stop at a large iron gate blocking the driveway to Van's property.
“This is
