*Lena*

Xander planted a rough, hungry kiss on my lips and any shyness or apprehension vanished in an instant.

“I missed you,” he said into my neck as I continued to clutch him against me, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“How long have you been in Mirage?” I asked when I finally pulled away to look up at him. He was clean-shaven and dressed in casual trousers and a ...