The moment Orion entered the office, Freya was ready to throw herself to him, her arms wrapping around his torso as she buried her face against his chest. His warmth enveloped her, his familiar scent—a mix of cedar and something uniquely him—flooding her senses.
Orion’s arms locked around her instantly, pulling her so tightly against him that she could feel the steady, reassuring thud of his heartbeat.
It had been weeks since they’d held each other like this—no urgency, no desperate kisses, just the quiet solace of being together. His fingers tangled in her hair, his breath warm against her temple as he exhaled, tension seeping from his muscles.
Home.
"I missed you," she whispered, her lips brushing the column of his neck.
His arms tightened fractionally. "I missed you too,"
