{Song: The Weeknd - Outside}
She missed him, she missed him with every single part of her. In the darkness, she wanted to run into his arms, she wanted him to cradle her, she wished to bury herself in his hold and let his smell infiltrate her senses.
But instead she could only stand speechless before slowly reaching out her hand and turning on the lights, the warm white light from the bedside lamp enclosing the room and giving it an intimate feeling.
Nicolás was standing by the window, his hands buried in his pocket and simply watching her. He filled the room with his presence broadly, the suit he wore tonight fitted his frame, as usual, reminding her of the perfection Nicolás Moreno was.
There was an intensity in his darkened eyes, his gaze that sent her heart churning, her breath hitching.
His voice was hoarse. "Come here,"
