I caught her easily, arms locking around her waist, breathing her in.
God, I’d missed this.I missed her.
“Did I miss it?” I asked, voice low against her ear.
She pulled back enough to look at me. “Miss what?”
“Your portfolio presentation,” I said.
Her lips parted. “You—you came for that?”
“Of course, I did,” I murmured. “It’s important to you.”
She blinked at me, like she was still processing that I was here.That I’d come just for this. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she grabbed my hand, pulling me inside.
“It’s almost my turn with the rep,” she said, excitement lacing her voice.
“Perfect.”
I sat down, watching, listening, absorbing every detail.
I knew she’d be too focused to take notes, so I did it for her. Every comment. Every critique. Every compliment. I wrote it all down. When I remembered she liked her notes color-coded, I dug through her bag for the set of pens I knew she carried and started marking everything the way she liked.
All while watching her.
Her fingers were expertly pinning fabric, her brows furrowed in concentration, the way her lips pressed together when she was thinking. She was art. Every movement, every expression—perfection.
By the time the workshop ended, I had barely moved from my seat.
She turned to me, a tired but happy smile on her face. “Hey.”
“Amore mia,” I murmured.
She sighed, stepping closer. “I’m sorry it took so long. I know you have an ex—”
I didn’t let her finish.
I silenced her with a kiss.
“Ronan.”
I loved the way she said my name. But this time, there was a familiar edge to her voice—the one she used when she was about to lecture me.
“Ronan Romano,” she said, arms crossing as she fixed me with a pointed look. “You need to study. This is important.”
I fought back a grin. “Ididthe exam today.”
She blinked, caught off guard. “You did?”
“Yeah. Advanced Clinical Anatomy. Medical school is fine,amore.”
Her expression softened, curiosity replacing her scolding tone. “How was it?”
I shrugged. “Easy.”
She raised a brow. “That sounds like possibly the hardest thing ever.”
I smirked. “You have a smart boyfriend,tesoro.”
