Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Two
Khalid showed up at the front door of my apartment later that evening. The bright hallway lights highlighted the deep lines of exhaustion on his rugged face, but there was also a look of quiet determination in his dark eyes. He didn't say a single word at first. The very moment I opened the heavy wooden door, he took a large step forward, crossed the threshold, and pulled me directly into his massive arms.
He held me incredibly tightly against his solid chest, as if he had been starving for the feel of my body against his. One of his large, warm hands gently cradled the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, while his other arm wrapped securely around my waist, pressing me tightly against his frame. I could feel the heavy, rapid beating of his he
