Chapter 88

I throw the pasta and salad in my refrigerator. Bending in to move over the vast amount of junk food and movie snacks I went a bit overboard with and push Arry’s favorite bottle of dressing in the door. Counting down the hours to his getting home.

The last thing he texted was he would call when he got to the airport, and I haven’t heard from him since. I know the day after a big fight is usually hectic for him. What with reporters, paparazzi, and media vying for his attention, especially after a big win, and I hate this wall of silence. I have no clue when he’s even getting here. I lean in further to fish out a bottle of water and straighten up to close the door.

“Miss me?”

The voice startles me, spinning to see him casually closing my door behind him, and I cannot control the squeal that erupts from me. Charging across the floor and launching myself into his arms with a little jump, lassoing him around the neck and hitting him with a week’s worth of pent-up passio