RHEA'S POV
“It's good to be back home.” Paris sighed as we climbed down the plane.
“How long has it been since you left Spain?” I asked.
“It's been 24 years since my aunt came to take me to London with her after my mom died. My aunt also died when I was 17, so I was left alone to fend for myself,” she explained.
“I'm so sorry about that.” I gave her a sad look.
“It's okay. I'll be fine now, thanks to you and your family.” She smiled.
There was a car waiting for us near the runway and I noticed Estefan leaving on the car in a simple white shirt and blue jeans. He moved closer to us and pulled me into a hug.
“This one week has been torture without you.” He buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.
“I know.” I pulled away and put my hands on both sides of his face. “That's why I came back as soon as I can.” I kissed him on the lips.
I was about to pull away but he grabbed the back of my head and deepened the kiss.
