She may not have wrapped herself around him, but he did it for her, his fingers gentle when they went around her wrist and guided her arm around his waist. His other hand cupped the back of her neck and he kissed her hello.
"And you look beautiful," he replied. Not because he was obligated to, but because it was the truth. She always did, but that hardly took away from the fact that she was beautiful just now, standing there, waiting for him to take her somewhere that was not either of their homes.