The man's hot breath caressed her neck, tickling her as if a soft fur brushed her skin.
Tara Summer stood there still, simply gazing foolishly at him in silence.
Liam Yancey laughed lightly again, leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, then embraced her, murmuring softly, "Tara, I have missed you..."
His handsome face was close, and Tara could no longer remain blank. The man's familiar scent and tone all reminded her: this was not a dream, he was back, Liam Yancey was back!
"Yancey..." she called out, as if she was murmuring in a dream, as if everything was unreal, but yet very much real and existent.
Liam Yancey held her tightly. This naive little face that he had pined over for half a month! Half a month seemed as long as a lifetime!
He experienced what it was like to have a day feel like a year...
