Chapter 95

(Emily’s POV).

"I miss you."

The words slipped out before I could stop myself. The moment I saw Mike step through the airport gate, every ounce of restraint I’d held over the past few days just melted away.

I practically threw myself into his arms, wrapping him in a hug so tight I thought I might never let go.

Mike’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me even closer, and I felt his warm breath against my ear.

“I missed you too, more than you know,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

There was a rough edge to his tone, a subtle hint of all the things he wasn’t saying aloud.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, his kiss hungry, demanding, like he was making up for every moment we’d spent apart. My hands slipped up to his shoulders, fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt as the airport, the people, everything faded around us.

It was just him and me, our unspoken longing filling the space between us until it overflowed.

Finally, reluctantly, we broke apart, our bre