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He sat on the edge of the couch and pulled his phone from his pocket after placing the album next to him. Kicking off his shoes, he settled back against the pillows.
He slid his finger along the glass screen and pulled up her number.
He stared at it, hesitating.
Could they just pick up where they left off? He thought long and hard before concluding that they could. He had to take some fault in the matter for not sharing with her that he and Jaxon were twins. He only ever referred to Jaxson as his little brother. Eventually, they would have met and she would’ve found out. The subject just never came up.
The doorbell rang.
“Who the hell is that?” He had just gotten home from work and wasn’t expecting company. Getting to his feet, he made his way into the hall and headed for the entrance.
He arrived at the large double doors, and through the glass, his gaze landed on the figure waiting for him.
London’s heart raced. Quickening his pace, he threw open the door.
Alana stood there, holding a container in one hand, and a few grocery bags in the other. Wide leopard print glasses were balanced on the edge of her nose. Her hair was slicked back into a ponytail. She was dressed in black leather leggings, a white graphic T-shirt, and leopard Chuck Taylor tennis shoes that matched her glasses.
Staring at him with wide eyes, she said, “Hi.”
“Hey.” He drank her in, memorizing every feature. It had been a while. He had forced himself not to go to the apartment building, knowing it would be torture for him to see her.
But now, standing in the flesh before him, he realized how much he’d truly missed her.
How much he loved her.
“I was cooking, and got a little carried away. I had a taste for chicken carbonara, made way too much for just myself, and was wondering if you were hungry?”
He watched as she took a deep breath and held it.
He stepped aside. “Come in.” Releasing a breath, she slid past him, giving him a shy look. The scent of the delicious food filled his nose. Closing the door, he followed behind her as she walked into the kitchen. “Let me grab those bags.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got them.”
London paused in the doorway and watched her set the items on the island.
Her eyes met his, and they froze in place. Pushing off the doorframe, he moved to stand in front of her.
Reaching out with the tip of his finger, he gently pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Up close, he could make out the dark circles under her eyes. She looked as if she hadn’t been sleeping well, and a twinge of guilt filled him.
Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”
London closed his eyes and shook his head. There was nothing for her to be sorry about. He had let his emotions take control of everything. Now that they’d had some time apart, he was able to see that this wasn’t all her fault.
“You don’t have to be sorry, babe.” Pulling her to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her body shaking as she sobbed.
This situation should never had gone this far. Everything between them was good, but he had let his pride get in the way of it.
London didn’t know how much time had passed, but he didn’t care. He had his woman back in his arms. They would overcome this.
He tipped her chin back so he could meet her gaze.
“I just assumed—”
“Shh…” Resting a finger on her lips, he gazed at down at them, wanted to taste them. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “I shouldn’t have left that day. I should’ve stayed so we could’ve had a conversation like adults.”
“London—”
“This time away from each other has allowed me to think,” he began. “The gifts you sent mean the world to me. No one has ever done anything so thoughtful for me before.”
