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Ever since I found out that Chloe had lied to me, she had been coming into the office we shared every day, hoping I would forgive her.
How could she have believed for a single moment that I could forget her lie after everything Pelayo had put me through? She knew the details of what he had done to me; she knew my story and had seen the sadness in my eyes following the loss of my great love.
I could no longer look her in the eyes and see the woman who had drawn me to her and for whom I had felt so much affection.
After yet another argument with her, the brunette had just left the room, tears in her eyes.
When I heard her talking to someone in the hallway, I recognized that voice, that inflection, anywhere.
That voice that haunted my dream, Fina’s.
I hoped I wasn’t dreaming, that my imagination wasn’t playing tricks on me. I quickly went out myself, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
Imagine my surprise when she was just a few feet away, after months of not seeing her.
And there I was, standing there, frozen in place, watching her without saying a word.
She was gorgeous, breathtaking. She had changed quite a bit physically; she had short hair, was wearing a red jacket, a green turtleneck, and pants that fit her perfectly and hugged her curves just right. God, she looked so different and so confident, it was sexy.
I snapped out of my thoughts when she said my name; we understood each other with a single word, and we both stepped forward before falling into each other’s arms. It was real, she was truly back and even though I wanted to stay in her embrace for hours, losing myself in her body, I needed to look at her again and lose myself in her gaze.
I opened my eyes, pulling away from her so I could look at her again and to my surprise, she was already looking back at me.
And without really knowing what was going to happen, our faces drew closer, leaving only a small space between us; I could feel his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. And before I could think any further, his lips were pressed against mine.
I couldn’t think of anything else, not of Cloe, who must have been watching us, her heart even more broken, nor of the risk that Gabriel or someone from the colony might see us. The love of my life was back in Toledo, and nothing mattered to me more than her.