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𝟭𝟭:𝟮𝟭𝗣𝗠 𝗪𝗣𝗕.𝗙𝗟📍🌴
Yani eagerly unlocked her front door and stepped right inside. She wasted no time unstrapping her heels, then slipping them off, finally feeling a huge relief from her feet swelling through the straps.
"Whew," she sighed deeply, rolling her eyes back.
She stopped dead in her tracks as a familiar scent of cologne reached her nostrils. She flipped on the kitchen light, only to see a male figure in an all-black polo jogger set.
Samir had his back turned toward her as he continued to admire the portrait he made of Yani while he was healing.
Yani couldn't bear to think what to feel. She just stood there, staring at his hoodie. She had thought about him a lot. What they experienced was difficult, but she couldn't act like she didn't feel some sort of excitement seeing him there in her presence.
She slowly stepped toward him, pressing both her clutch and keys against her right thigh. Samir turned around, although he'd planned to surprise her for weeks and couldn't wait to see her, he still felt nervous.
Yani couldn't see much of his face; he had a black ski mask under his hoodie. They both stood in silence, staring at each other, no words to choke out. Yani stepped closer, gently pulling his hoodie off. Samir focused on her beauty, letting her do it.
