Arya's POV
We look at each other, and without thinking, I open the door at the same time as him.
"Wait, ma'am."
"Move aside, Ahmed."
I walk, hanging up the phone as I approach him. He intercepts me halfway, where we stop.
"We're not in the best moment; it's going to rain, and I don't want to—" I step closer, interrupted by his approach, and without warning, he holds me in his arms.
Raindrops begin to fall on us. Erick caresses my cheek without saying anything and kisses me passionately. I respond without hesitation; in his arms, I find a refuge like no other before. The exhaustion in my body becomes a thing of the past with his kisses. I hug him tightly, clinging to his body and the scent that fills my nostrils.
"Don't worry, I'll be back. It will only be a few days. Take care, Arya
