Nora's POV
My pulse pounds frantically as I freeze in place, unable to move or think clearly. Can this be happening? Am I actually witnessing what my eyes are telling me?
"James," I whisper, barely able to form his name. "Are you actually here?"
"Come find out for yourself," he responds, that familiar deep tone sending vibrations through my entire being. He moves closer and moisture gathers in my eyes. My lips part as I gaze into those midnight blue eyes, and his palms settle on my hips. The cool touch of his skin penetrates the fabric of my thin top. I throw my arms around him, drawing him against me with desperate force.
He exists.
He stands before me.
"How can this be real?" I breathe, but we're both consumed by urgent need. James tangles his fingers in my hair and tilts my head backward to claim my mouth.
The instant our lips connect, every doubt vanishes. This is definitely my husband.
