Freya's POV
The phone pressed against my ear felt warm as Mack's rich voice flowed through the speaker, each word wrapping around me like silk. My chest tightened with an ache I recognized too well.
Standing by the hotel window, I watched the bustling street below where moments earlier I'd witnessed two lovers lost in each other's embrace. The memory stirred something restless inside me.
"Mack Ben," I whispered into the phone, "I just watched this couple kissing like the world was ending, and all I could think about was you. God, I miss you terribly."
The confession tumbled out before I could stop it. Through the receiver, I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the shift in energy between us even across continents. My pulse quickened in response.
When had I become so bold with my words? The old me would have died of embarrassment.
