12 “You got my text?” she asked in a tiny, shy whisper. He hadn’t ignored me. He’s here. Tristan reached around her to adjust the shower nozzle so the spray washed down her shoulders and his lower chest. “Yes.” His answer was an echo of her message. He shattered the stillness of her heart when he reached for her, pulling her to him for a kiss. Her heart began to pound again as though it hadn’t dared to beat in years. Now that he was back, she felt as though were breathing again for the first time in days. She grasped his shoulders, meeting his fire with some of her own. When they broke apart, both panting, she finally found the words to speak. “I thought you weren’t coming when you didn’t reply.” She wanted so badly to touch him, explore his skin and let his strength and heat surrou