Allan laid Riana’s limp body on the bed, his eyes riveted on her face. She looked too peaceful, in fact. He had to press her chest against his on their way up to the suite just to feel her breathe and make sure she was unconscious and not dead.
He took off her shoes, and then proceeded to take off his own including his jacket and tie before he joined her on the bed.
He touched her face lightly, tracing its structure with his fingers. He wanted to make sure it really was her. Not a clone, or a look-alike, or a figment of his imagination. That Riana was really alive, here, lying in his arms, unconscious from the shock.
Where had she been for the last two and a half years? What had she been up to? He knew why she thought he was dead but…how was it she was still alive?
He pushed up on his
