Julia
Van handed me the wine glass he'd just refilled as a fire crackled in the fireplace before us. We'd spent the weekend isolated in the master bedroom suite and as Sunday came to a close, I wanted to rewrite the calendar, rearrange the days, and suspend the rotation of the earth. In the span of forty-eight hours, I'd officially become a recluse.
Leaving the world behind wasn't anything like I thought it would be.
It was the opposite.
Fulfilling, comforting, and secure.
“Talk to me, beautiful," Van said, teasing my sock-covered toes from the blanket I had over me.
Taking a sip of the semi-sweet rosé, I turned from the orange flames to Van's face, scanning his features from his dark mane to his protruding brow, high cheekbones, firm lips, and chiseled jawline. “What if I don't w
