The wind danced through the grass, brushing softly against your legs as you stood barefoot outside the small house nestled in the middle of nowhere. The sky was wide and endless above you, but not nearly as consuming as the gaze burning into your back.

“Are you stalking me again?” you asked without turning around.

“I’m married to you,” Stefan’s voice came from behind—deep, smooth, laced with mischief. “I think I’ve earned the right to stare at you like you hung the clouds.”