119 I Like You

Cecilia’s POV

I didn’t let it last. The warmth of his breath enveloped me, and I just needed to confirm that the man standing in front of me was truly my Ulysses. Not the brother of that strange girl, not the man who looked at me with unfamiliar eyes.

This was the scent of the Ulysses I knew. I gripped his long red hair tightly, not caring whether it hurt him, using all my strength to pull him closer to me. I needed his embrace, his presence, to know for certain that it was really him standing before me.

“Ulysses, is it really you?” I whispered, running my fingers over his face, my arms locked around his neck like a creature clinging to a tree.

He didn’t answer me, just gazed down with those deep, mysterious eyes. Sensing something in my movements, he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

Ulysses cupped my chin, our noses brushing, like two animals confirming each other’s scent.