When I burst into the terminal, my eyes swept around, bouncing from person to person in the crowded, bustling space. My stomach fell a little when I didn’t see him, but I knew he probably couldn’t come this far. He was probably at baggage claim. <br />I looked around for a sign to point me in the right direction and finally saw one labeled <i>Baggage Claim</i> with an arrow pointing off to the left. <br />But I didn’t follow the arrow. <br />My eyes fixed on someone standing beneath the sign. <br />His hands were jammed into the pockets of his well-worn slouchy jeans. The relaxed action pulled the waistband low, highlighting his flat, narrow waist his Henley tee molded to. As usual, he was wearing his varsity jacket and his blond hair was a mess. <br />My gaze locked on his sapphire-blue eyes and didn’t let go. His eyes, <i>ohmigod</i>, his eyes. The blue was so intense it served as an emergency brake on everything in my life. The second I looked at him, everything else came to a screeching halt. I no longer noticed the huge crowd rushing around. <br />The anxiety-causing flight was just a distant memory, and the two weeks I spent longing for his touch became something I would live through ten times over just to be in this moment with him again. <br />His lips pulled into a smile and the charm that oozed from every pore in his body made me almost lightheaded. Romeo pulled his hands out of his pockets and straightened, motioning for me. <br />I rushed across the space separating us, my bag slapping against my side as I, for once, gracefully maneuvered around the people in my path. <br />His chuckle brushed over me when I was just steps away, and I threw myself at him with a little sigh of relief. My legs wrapped around his waist and his arms locked around my back. I burrowed my head into his shoulder and inhaled deep, taking in his distinctive scent. <br />“Rim,” he murmured, his voice low. I pulled back and his lips were on mine instantly. <br />The moment our lips touched, he stilled, his body and mouth pausing against mine. Before I could wonder why, he muttered a garbled curse against my mouth and then his lips began to move. He kissed me softly but fiercely. There was so much possession in the way he kissed me, in the way his arms locked around me that my heart stuttered. <br />I parted my lips so his tongue could sweep inside, and when my tongue met his, desire, hot and heavy, unfurled within me. <br />Someone chuckled as they walked by, and Romeo retreated slightly, still letting his mouth linger on mine before completely pulling away. <br />He rested his forehead against mine and he smiled. “I really fucking missed you.” <br />“Me too,” I whispered.<br /><br />-Romeo &amp; Rimmel