"I missed you."
Anderson stood rooted in his position, his arms by his side.
His jaw ticked as the smell wafted into his nose. She smelled faintly of him. His hands clenched into fists as shadows pooled in his eyes.
Rebecca was ignorant about the war Anderson was fighting internally. Instead, she snuggled into his chest, breathing in his scent.
"You met him."
Rebecca's brows creased as she slowly disengaged from the hug, raising her head to stare at him.
"Met who?"
"Don't play games with me, Becca." Anderson's voice was deep, yet grave. His head was lowered, hiding the dark shadows that cast in his eyes.
Rebecca's lips curved slowly, as she wrapped her arms around him once again.
"You know I met him," she murmured and she could feel Anderson tense. "But you also know what I did to him, didn't you."
"Mr Vance, you knew what happened here. You only want me to say it with my mouth."
