Olivera’s Return III

Olivera couldn't suppress a smile as Kaden mentioned he agreed with whatever she said. It was a familiar sentiment, one that spoke volumes without words. She knew him well enough to recognize that his compliance stemmed from a deeper longing – he had missed her, and his desire to embrace her was palpable.

As she looked at Kaden, her emotions swirled like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. It had been months since she last saw him, lying motionless in a hospital bed, caught in the grips of a coma. The memory of those agonizing days flooded back – the uncertainty, the fear, and the unbearable waiting. Now, seeing him sitting before her, alive and speaking, filled her with an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude.

Olivera studied Kaden's face intently, searching for any traces of the ordeal he had been through. His features seemed softer, more vulnerable than she remembered, yet his eyes held the same warmth and hunger that drew her to him in the first place. She noticed a sli