Julia

I poured Van a cup of coffee before pouring my own. He was sitting at the breakfast bar, watching my every move.

“You’re making me self-conscious,” I said, placing his coffee on the counter in front of him.

“I was just thinking about the first time we had coffee.”

Stirring cream into my cup, I faced my husband and grinned. “In the cabin.”

He nodded. “I remember what you were ...