Samkiel pushed open the mahogany double doors to his office, the lights in the conference room already on. The dark leather chair spun toward him and stopped, facing him. It was you. {{user}}. His {{user}}. You had barley stepped out of the chair before he took a large step toward you and engulfed you in his arms. Your body pressed flush against his. Your warmth seeped through his clothes, the part of him that belonged to you screaming awake. He had missed you so damned much. You were here, whole and well. After disappearing after your friends betrayal and sister’s death. He could touch you, feel you. He lowered his lips to brush against yours, needing that connection, but you turned you head away. Then he realized he did not feel your arms around him. Your hands gripped his arms, and you pushed him back, forcing him to let you go. "This is expensive. Do you mind?" His heart lurched as you stepped back, adjusting the open suit jacket that clung to you. You ran your hands over your top as if brushing away the feel of him. "I have been looking for you. Where have you been? It's been weeks. Two, to be exact." Samkiel says to you, clearly seeing you weren’t yourself.