Van

Her petite hands came up, her arms encircling my neck as I stared down at her. “I promise I won’t run.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “Well, you do have a reputation.”

“No, Van. I know what I want. I want you. I want to marry you. All the other times were wrong.”

I lowered my forehead to hers. “I don’t know how or why the universe dropped you on the road for me to find. I just know I’ll never let you ...