Lilian was returning home in ten days, having wrapped up everything in the U.S.—every single task, every bit of work. The toughest part to hand over had been the finances at Bert's company.
She worked overtime day after day, pushing herself to compress her schedule into the fastest ten days possible.
Back when she felt hopeless, time used to fly by in a blur. But now… with someone waiting for her in her heart, every single day dragged like a year.
For Morrison, these ten days were just as torturous—but worth every second of waiting.
The day Lilian returned, Morrison was there to pick her up. He drove her straight to his villa, and already in the garage, he kissed her with a hunger that nearly set off the alarm in her chest. By the time they reached home, it had only gotten worse.
Ten days of longing were poured out between them—sometimes fierce, sometimes tender; sometimes rough, sometimes grinding. It was all him, every touch, every motion.
