He was there, waiting for her, and smiling. When he saw her, he smiled wider yet and moved to meet her, arms opening. His eyes were full of her beauty, her appearance. He remembered kissing her, and the feel of her lips on his, her scent. A scent that never failed to relax him.
And as she came near her smelled it again and his heart skipped a beat, his eyes filled with that care he felt for her, and he smiled.
"Katya."
And his voice, speaking her name, held the sound of home.