She slides her arms around me under my suit jacket, and her fingers seek and find the tension in my back, kneading the muscles through my shirt. “I missed you.” I kiss her forehead and push the stream of hair over her shoulder, exposing the line and curve of her jaw and neck. “I missed you, too.” She cups one side of my face and searches my eyes. “How are you?” “Breathing. That’s about it.” “It’s enough.”
