Finbar could smell her even before he heard her feet on the soft carpet. That fresh, floral fragrance and the distinctly Cho smell that was always stronger when she was warm and wet.
“Happy anniversary, Mrs. Quigley,” he smiled, taking her hand as he kissed it, and gently tugged her around the chair until he could pull her down to sit in his lap. He looked up at her, brushing a stray lock of long, black hair out of her face. “One year and three days,” he smiled at her, awestruck by the sight of her – how on Earth did she manage to get more beautiful every day? “I think I like that anniversary a lot better, actually.” Oh, marrying Cho had been one of the two most amazing days of his life, but the wedding itself had also been stressful and filled with far too many obligations. Three days later, however, after they had rested and had adjusted to time difference and climate by the beach, that’s when they had truly begun celebrating their love for each other. “I was just looking at the pictures from a year ago,” he admitted.