ANASTASIA’S POV

I opened the door, still in mid-conversation with Ivan. My words halted on my tongue.

Nolan was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his phone in hand. His eyes locked on me the moment I stepped into the house.

My breath caught in my throat.

“You’re home,” I said, unable to mask the surprise in my voice.

He slowly slipped his phone into his pocket and began walking toward me.

Ivan stepped forward instinctively, brushing past me to bring my box into the house. Our shoulders touched and suddenly, I wasn’t in the foyer anymore, I was tangled in sheets, lips tingling from kisses that weren’t...