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RHEA'S POV

“It's good to be back home.” Paris sighed as we climbed down the plane.

“How long has it been since you left Spain?” I asked.

“It's been 24 years since my aunt came to take me to London with her after my mom died. My aunt also died when I was 17, so I was left alone to fend for myself,” she explained.

“I'm so sorry about that.” I gave her a sad look.

“It's okay. I'll be fine now, thanks to you and your family.” She smiled.

There was a car waiting for us near the runway and I noticed Estefan leaving on the car in a simple white shirt and blue jeans. He moved closer to us and pulled me into a hug.

“This one week has been torture without you.” He buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.

“I know.” I pulled away and put my hands on both sides of his face. “That's why I came back as soon as I can.” I kissed him on the lips.

I was about to pull away but he grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss.

A throat clearing made me remember that we had an audience and