Noah’s car came to a stop in front of his house. This was it. My hands felt clammy as I stared at the home I’d missed more than anything.

I reached for the door handle, but before I could stand, Noah was at my door. He scooped me up into his arms again, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth. My heart danced in my chest, and a giggle escaped my lips. I was flustered, yes, but more than that, I felt loved, cherished.

Resting my head against Noah’s chest, I listened ...