Macy had been feeling guilty ever since her... let's call it memory loss. It wasn't easy to start a relationship over when the other person had all kinds of expectations and things to remember. But Noah was helping her, and that was working out pretty well for them. But now...now she had something else to guilt her with. And the sooner she got it off her chest, the better they'd be for it. Right? -Right.
At the sound of the buzzer, Macy put aside the book she'd been polishing and moved to the door. Her buzzer was broken, or at the very least iffy, so she ran down the stairs to let him into the building herself.
"Hello," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck almost immediately for a hug. He was slightly wet, and smelled smoky-- just the way she liked him.