-vrbangers- Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway -

By the time the sun bled orange through the canopy, she was sitting on his porch, barefoot, a glass of something dark and smoky in her hand. Leo cooked with his back to her, the cast-iron hissing, the scent of garlic and thyme cutting through the jungle's wet-earth sweetness. He didn't try to fill the space with words. Neither did she.

Veronica should have said no. Should have cited the retreat's schedule, the "commitment to presence," the thousand-dollar-a-night fee she was wasting. Instead, she heard herself say: "What are we eating?" -VRBangers- Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway

"I wasn't going that far."