lost in time

“It was another long shift at the mill, their hands brushed over the wood. In that brief touch, something inside them stirred—quiet, undeniable, and dangerous…”

"Autumn brings the leaves down, the sunset amber. Autumn brings the late evenings, the gilded glow, and the talks. I love the late evening talks with you."

"The final day at the beach was one I wished would never come. I wasn't prepared to return to the monotony—the dull hues of ordinary existence."