**Isabella's POV**

Arms wide open, luggage and bag crashing to the floor as I ran to him. Mateo caught me mid-stride, lifting me off the ground and spinning me in a slow circle, his face buried in my neck, inhaling like he was trying to memorize my scent all over again.

"It's okay," he murmured against my skin, voice rough and thick with relief. "I'm here. I've got you, Bella."

"I'm sorry," I choked out, clinging to his shoulders, tears already hot on my cheeks. "I shouldn't have left. I shouldn't have-"

He cut me off with a kiss desperate, deep, tasting like salt and coffee and everything I had...