He hated how much he missed her. How much he still wanted to kiss her, make love to her. And he hated even more that part of him didn't trust her reasons anymore.
He sighed and turned away from the window. He reached for the tie on his dresser and knotted it.
But just as he fastened the last loop, something pricked at his senses. A heartbeat.
Familiar.
Beloved.
But… faster than usual. And erratic. Almost like—
He stepped into the hallway, the sound drawing him. It was her heartbeat. Luna's. But it didn't sound like the usual calm rhythm he'd memorized. It sounded off—fluttering, wild.
Was she nervous? Crying? Was she even—
He steeled his nerve as he walked into the living room—and promptly lost every coherent thought the moment his eyes landed on her.
There she stood, wearing what had to be the most breathtaking dress he had ever seen her in. Her hair was pinned up loosely, wisps framing her face, her lips painted in the softest hue. And that dress….fuck!
