Loving You
Zena’s POV
Walking into my apartment, I was immediately met with the smiling face of my fiancé, Noah.
I froze, startled. He had not told me he was coming over.
“Hi, baby,” I muttered as he stepped closer and wrapped me in a warm hug.
“Hi, you. I missed you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine.
I pulled back slightly, trying to mask my surprise. “Why are you here? You did not tell me you were coming.”
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