Azalea
The sound of the front door opening made my heart skip with relief. I had been sitting on the living room sofa for the past hour, pretending to read a book but really just watching the clock and listening for any sign of Adriano’s return.
“You’re back!” I said, practically jumping up from my seat the moment I saw him walk through the door.
Without thinking, I rushed over and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. Over the past few weeks, being close to Adriano had become as natural as breathing. His presence made me feel safe and cherished in ways I had never experienced before.
“Yes, honey,” he murmured against my hair, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Did you miss me?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I pulled back and gave his chest a playful smack. “No,” I lied, trying to
