Chapter 75: Old Friend

His smile was dazzling. I stared at him in complete astonishment. After months of just trying to catch a glimpse of him, here he was standing right in front of me. My fingers spread over the hard muscles on his chest. He was solid. He really was here. He even still smelled like sunshine.

His fingers squeezed my shoulders, drawing my attention to his face.

"Angandriel," I said, but the noise in the club drowned my words.

He didn't respond. He just looked down at me amidst the dancing bodies. My eyes darted around, looking at the biker jackets closing in on me. I pointed to them. His eyes followed my directions. We were surrounded, but they weren't closing in. He nodded. He grabbed up my hands and pulled me against him. I reveled in the feeling of his arms around me and his warm body pressing against mine. It felt so safe, so familiar. I missed it.

We swayed together on the dancefloor, surrounded by the dancing crowd. I folded into him like I was meant to be there, even though I was