Their kisses grew hungrier, more desperate, like they were both trying to make up for five lost years in a single moment. Daniel’s hands roamed over Raine’s body with a possessiveness that bordered on reverence, sliding under his shirt, tracing the familiar curve of his spine, gripping his waist like he was afraid Raine might disappear again. Raine responded just as fiercely, fingers tangling in Daniel’s hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

“I missed you,” Daniel murmured against Raine’s lips, voice rough with need. “Every single day. I missed this. I missed *you*.”

Raine answered by kissing him harder, nipping at his bottom lip....