Riana pushed open the door of her home, her pulse quickening the moment she sensed him.
Raphael had returned.
The lights in the hallway were dim, warm, soft, the way he always left them when he knew she would arrive late. She barely took a step inside before a pair of strong arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her against a familiar chest.
“You’re back…” she breathed, smiling as she turned to face him. She bit her lips seeing his handsome face.
Raphael looked a little travel-worn from his trip to Rivera, hair slightly tousled, eyes glowing faintly the way they always did after a fight or long journey. ‘But goddess, he was beautiful.’
“Mm,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against the edge of her jaw. “And you’re here. That’s all that matters.”
She laughed softly
