Julia

Van’s gaze shimmered with the gold flecks. “If you want to go home to your parents for the holidays, I wouldn’t stop you. You aren’t being held here against your will.”

I grinned, looking down at his arm around me. “I am being held, it’s not against my will, and I like it.” I shrugged. “Chicago is the last place I want to be. As far as the holidays, you don’t so much as have a wreath on your door. I get the ...