I crossed to the island, grabbed a bag from his hands and tossed it aside. I reached for him, a hand on the back of his neck, the other cupping his granite jaw. Pushing up on my toes, I touched my lips to his. It wasn’t really a kiss, it was a gentle brush and Hi. I’m here. He sucked in a sudden breath and he lifted the arms that’d been frozen at his sides to my waist, holding me tight against him. His teeth grazed my bottom lip and it felt like Good. I’ve been waiting. We stared at each other for a moment, the silence tight around us until I said, “Stay. I want you here.” His jaw softened
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