"Asking the obvious!" The man lowered his head, pinched her nose, his eyes full of affection.
"What do you mean asking the obvious?!" Emma Benson was not pleased and turned her head to avoid his hand, frowning as she said, "…You said you might not return to Zurich until tomorrow, so I thought you weren't here!"
Before boarding the plane, Frederick had called to tell her he would be the one to pick her up, which made her feel a bit downhearted.
Seeing him come to pick her up now, the contrast in her heart was immense; it felt like going from hell to heaven!
"Hmm, the schedule was moved up..." He explained simply while running his fingers through her dark hair.
"So you wanted to surprise me?!" Emma Benson beamed at him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
She buried her head in his chest, breathing in the wild, fresh scent of the man, as a strong sense of reliance and longing surged within her again.
