Roberto wasn’t ready for the effect Kylie would have on him. He swung open the door, and there she stood—softly flushed from the bite of the cold air, her hair tussled from the wind, her blue eyes locking onto his like they had all the time in the world, drinking him in just as much as he was drinking her in. The sight of her made the knot in his chest loosen, and he couldn’t keep himself from speaking the words that had been building in him all day.
“I missed you.”
Her smile was like the warmth of the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. It hit him with the force of something deeper than simple affection—like an anchor in the middle of a tumultuous sea. “I missed you, too.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips were on hers, unable to wait another second. Her
