Christine smiled as Michael changed what she had assumed and did not mind. But why would he be so different than normal? She rather wished to speak with him as soon as possible and the moment that Michael offered his arm to her she accepted it and began to walk. The rose, still clutched in her hand in a way that would not ruin it, her heart began beating fast once again. She just wished to see him now. Be with him. The walk seemed to take much longer than it usually did and once she got closer to him it took everything she had not to push away from Michael.
He looked ill. Not as he usually was. Something else was wrong and just just didn't know what. And it made her wonder why he did not tell her. Come home. If he was ill she was more than able to nurse him. And then the door closed. She had so many questions and yet all she wanted to do was throw her arms around him. So she did. Held him tight as her face pressed close to his body.
"I was so worried," she pulled away and cupped his cheek, taking a proper look at him. Now that she was closer she simply saw every new line. The slight paleness. He had to rest. The urge to hold him close once more hit her but so did another urge. Before she could debate or think she pressed her lips against his. It was gentle, unsure of his reaction, but clear how relieved she was he was safe. How much she wished to kiss him.