Anna
I sat in Christian's dad's old study. It felt weird, being in this room, after the way I had treated him at his own party. I took a seat at the desk, smoothing out the dress that I still hadn't figured out how to take off. I looked up at my uncle. He was tall, standing at six feet. He had dark sandy hair and blue eyes. Uncle Jordan looked good for someone of twenty-eight years of age. He walked over with the book, gently placing it on the desk for me to look through.
As Jordan placed the massive old leather book on the table before me, I was immediately captivated by its allure. The rich aroma of aged leather mixed with the musty scent of history filled the room, transporting me to another time and place. Running my fingers over the worn cover, I could feel the smooth texture of th
