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Van and I had discussed this. He wanted to work on his songwriting full time, and if he freelanced, he could set his own schedule and tour with me. If he continued as a manager with another band, we’d rarely see each other. Neither of us wanted that.
But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned.
I wanted Van to thrive, and there was a lot of uncertainty ahead. A new relationship, a new job, and he’d be under the media microscope with me.
“You heard me. Consider this my official resignation from the label,” Van declared.
“But—”
I tapped end and cut off the call before Greg could finish his thought. I didn’t care to see his stupid face anymore. Or hear his corporate bullshit.
I sent Lila a text to call me back.
Then, I turned my notifications back on. My phone and Van’s began to chime like we’d won the biggest jackpot in Vegas.
Me making headlines was nothing new. But me and Van?
Suddenly, I was terrified that it would be too much for him, and he’d be ready to call it quits.
“It’s late, and it’s been a long day. Let’s call it a night.”
Van stood up and held his hand out. I was nervous like I never was and hesitated.
Until I saw the vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored mine.
Both of us were stepping into an unknown situation. I hoped we would walk through it and come out stronger, together.
I could never lose Van. I don’t know that I would survive that kind of loss.
I stood on shaky legs and reached up, cupping his face in my hands.
He gave me that rare smile, and I felt his dimple under my palm.
“It’s okay,mon coeur. We’re gonna be okay,” Van assured me, and I nodded in return.
I leaned up and took his lips.
The kiss we shared was unlike any other—soft, sweet, and achingly tender.
Then we moved in unison towards my bedroom.
Our bedroom.
We hadn’t discussed things like living together, but I already knew I wanted Van with me.
Always.
As our kisses grew frantic, we stumbled down the hallway, our clothes tossed aside.
“So beautiful,” Van moaned as he teased my neck.
Him calling me beautiful made me light up inside. Because I knew Van and he wasn’t just talking about my looks.
“Honey,” I whispered and watched Van’s eyes darken.
Then, there were no more words exchanged.
Just sighs and touches and whispers, our bodies reaching for each other in a way that was totally instinctual.
