Benji's eyes followed her every move as if she was going in slow motion. His hand instinctively landed on her hips when she reached him, and the smile on his face only grew. "I have to make sure, love," he said, placing tiny kisses on her forehead before trailing the tip of his nose down to the tip of hers. "You know how precise and exact and methodical and all that other rubbish that I am. Besides, now I know that I've disappointed you greatly with my tardiness." His lips lingered just above hers, and he breathed her in, gently running circles with his hand over her back.
"I'm sure you know the answer to that, my queen." It was always the same, wasn't it? Work, work and more work. He sort of hated himself for it, for leaving her, for keeping her waiting. He should have been there for her. He should always be there for her. "Forgive me, angel?"