The Aromatic Night (II)

Before Grace could have dwelled any further, the sharp sound of her doorbell ringing broke through the silence of her apartment, making her jump.

Confused and still trying to process what she had just experienced, she climbed out of bed. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was past midnight.

Who could be at her door at this hour? She wondered as she wrapped her silk robe tightly around her nightgown and stepped out of the bedroom. She made her way to the front door and unlocked it, half-expecting to see one of her team mates.

Instead, she found Rune standing there. His tall frame was illuminated by the soft light of the hallway.

Grace opened her mouth, questions on the tip of her tongue, but before she could have spoken, Rune moved forward. His hands cupped her face as he stepped inside and kissed her.

It wasn't a hesitant kiss - no. It was urgent, full of longing and hunger, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever.