Page 48 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

Sim’s words are cut off as I turn and place my glass down. I give her a smile and open my arms. It only takes a second for the shock to wear off and for her to fly into my hold.

I’m taken by surprise as she leaps up and wraps her legs around my waist. I have to stifle the groan that creeps into my throat. She feels so good in my embrace, and she smells delicious.

I’m growing hard down the leg of my pants. I clear my throat as I squeeze her tightly in my arms. I want nothing more than to cup her face and bring her lips to mine. Instead, I cup the back of her head and hold her close as she trembles against me.

“You are here,” she breathes into my neck.

Then suddenly as if she’s just remembering herself, she drops to her feet and takes a step back. She looks up at me as if in awe.

“Wow, you have gotten so tall since the last time I saw you. I … I thought you were Uri, but you are even taller than him.”

“Come here,” I croon, pulling her closer to me. “I’ve missed you. I wasn’t done with my hug.”

“Oh, I thought I overstepped.”

Tugging her back into my embrace, I begin to chuckle as she inhales deeply as she buries her face in my chest. As I rub my palm up and down her back, she melts into me. I dip my head to kiss the top of hers.

“You have gotten tall as well. You’ve changed a lot,” I say through my laughter.

“I am five-nine, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-six pounds. Although my instructor would like me to come down five or six pounds. I will do my best, but I keep telling him it is all muscle.

“I look thinner than all the other dancers my height. The scale just says differently. They shouldn’t force us to weigh in anyway. They are shaming us,” she says.

My heart swells to hear her voice in person. When she lifts her gaze to mine, I can’t help but smile as she gives me her eyes and doesn’t look away from me. I reach to brush my fingers against her blushing cheek.

The warm purpling hue stands out against her flawless brown skin. Her locs are pulled up in the front, with the rest flowing down past her shoulders. They are as neat and pristine as they were when she first got them.

“You are perfect just the way you are,” I murmur as my gaze drops to her lips.

Fanculo, I want to taste them to see if they are anything like in my dreams. She is perfect. Her legs look long and toned beneath the tight leggings she’s wearing. The zip-up jacket she has on molds lovingly over her full breasts.

My hard-on is raging in my slacks. I have to remind myself that’s not what I came here for. I’m here to spend time with her and make sure she’s okay.

“Um, I should shower and change. I will return momentarily. I’m so happy you are here, Michael.

“We can have breakfast and talk. I will have Chef make us something. Please don’t leave. I will be quick.”

My chest squeezes from her words and the way she glances at me out of the corner of her eye as if I’ll disappear. I pull her to me for one more hug.

“I will be here waiting. Take your time.”

My words earn me a tight squeeze around the waist and a shy smile. I kiss her forehead and release her to go take her shower. I knit my brows as she walks away, flicking at the band on her wrist.

I remember her wearing bands the last time I was here, but I thought it was a part of her outfit. I’ll have to ask about it later. Annabella has informed me that many of Sim’s tics have ceased, or she’s developed new, less severe ones than tearing out her hair.

I feel like I need to learn everything about her all over again, but I have this excitement for it. I’m hoping this time can bring me some clarity and answers. Those dreams are driving me crazy, but I don’t know what to do about them.

CHAPTER 26

Our Anniversary

Symphony

I am so excited I can’t contain myself. He is here. Michael is here.

He looks so different but the same. He’s gotten so tall. He has to be at least six-six. I know Uri is six-five, but Micheal has to be an inch or two taller than him.

Being in his strong arms felt so right. I didn’t mean to jump on him, but I was so shocked and happy to see him, and I wasn’t thinking. He smells better than I remember. It’s the same cologne, but somehow it smells different. More mouthwatering.

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