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Eyes widening, she looks up again. Her gaze is full of inquiry. She pats my chest twice.
I nod.That’s right, sweetheart. My heart’s beating fast because of you.
It happens every time I’m around her. It’s like my body is plugged into her circuit, surging with the kind of electricity no human body can contain. I’m so locked in. Willing to be electrocuted if it means I can have all of her.
Yaya steps back—just a smidge because there’s no way I’m letting her get too far—and signs to me, “Did you run here?”
I laugh at the question.
She cracks a smile and then it widens and widens until it fills her entire, gorgeous face. It’s like staring directly at a sunrise. Like hope and beauty and new beginnings became a human being.
I brush my fingers against her cheek. “I missed you so much.”
The words are whispered and I rectify that immediately. The last place my hands want to be is away from her, but I raise them so I can sign.
Yaya snatches my pointer finger before I can communicate and dips her head down once. Her eyes sparkle.I understood.
She read my lips.
Before I can fully grasp the magnitude of that, Yaya tugs on my hand and returns it to her waist. She steps into me in one fluid motion, her arms tightening around me. I lean down to hug her properly, absorbing her into my arms.
She’s tall. Slender. The perfect height for me. Her chin nestles on my shoulder like we were built as a set. Like two puzzle pieces finding each other.
All the strain from my trip, the negotiations with the government, the shady politicians, and the headache of wading through red tape while meeting with my own company shareholders remotely from my hotel room—it melts away.
I nuzzle her hair with my cheek and then press a kiss against her neck, right below her ear.
She steps away and I want to snap her back against me like a child with his toy.Mine!
Her nose is scrunched and I know why before she signs it out.
“You came straight here from the airport, didn’t you?”
Translation:You stink.
“I wanted to come home first,” I sign back.
An eyebrow arches. “So you never went home?”
“I did.”
“You went home and didn’t…” Her hands stall and she looks into the air to find the right sign, “change?”
Translation: you didn’t shower?
“No, I came straight here.”
She frowns in confusion. “But you said you went home first.”
I cradle her face and kiss her forehead, glad that at least I brushed my teeth. “I did.”
Her mouth slackens.
Her eyelashes flutter.
She understands.
I watch her struggle to act unaffected, finding it amusing. Every muscle twitch in her brows, her mouth, every swipe of her tongue across her bottom lip. They all give her away. Finally, she collects herself and tips her chin high.
