Julia
Waking in Van's large bed, the room around me was as dark as it had been when we'd finally given into sleep. Rolling to my side, I reached for him as I'd done throughout the night. The sheets were empty and cool. I blinked, trying to find a clock. Small numbers on the bedside stand let me know that I'd managed to sleep until after nine.
Stretching my arms and legs upon the soft sheets, I recalled our nighttime activities with the added benefit of time and perspective. Saying that Van continued to take me to new and exhilarating s****l highs seemed as redundant and recurring as declaring the rise of the morning sun.
And still it was true.
A day or even an hour before we arrived home, if I'd been asked how I would react to what Van did to me last night, I would have said it would
