Chapter 18I was sitting on the couch in black leggings and a t-shirt watching Netflix when Boaz strolled in. I jumped up and ran to him, throwing my arms around him and kissing his mouth and face and neck as he laughed.
“Easy, Pearl. My arm is pretty sore.” I jumped back and put my hands over my mouth in fists, thumbs tucked in. “Well, it’s not going to fall off, but it does hurt.”
“Are you okay?” Worry colored my voice.
Boaz pulled me back into his body, snaking his right arm around my waist. “Yes, it’s just part of it. I missed you.” He kissed me passionately, and I let him, though I was careful to stand still.
“I missed you too. I have dinner for you if you want some?”
Boaz kissed me again, a swift peck on the lips. “I do. Thank you, Pearl.”
“Don’t you mean Ace?” I questioned him
