We stood there in each other's arms for some time.

“You’re going to regret this,” he whispered into my hair.

“Maybe,” I replied, tightening my arms around him. “But it’s my regret to make.”

Knox didn’t say anything else, but he also tightened his arms around me.

“I have missed you,” he murmured softly.

I hummed in contentment. “Me too.”

Finally, we pulled away from each other. He searched my eyes, probably looking to see if I was ...