NINETY-EIGHT

"Isaac?" She managed a smile, taking off her coat, and gloves, Gemma quickly dropped her bag and key, on the desk, eager to hold him.

She was mad, furious at the whole world, but seeing him standing right there, his beautiful smile and gorgeous face staring at her with so much love and desire, her problems were nothing compared to the joy he gave her whenever he smiled at her. He was everything she had ever wished for, she wasn't going to lose this for nothing. Maybe she could try talking to him about this, after all she had vowed that to him. But where the heck would she start from? This was insane.

You look beautiful," he replied, coming closer to her, Gemma blushed slightly but it didn't take a second for her sad face to pop back on.

"Thank you," she replied, he extended his hands to her, and she placed hers in his, Isaac kissed her cheeks, and then her forehead with his hands around her waist, she let him hold her and for a second, his arms felt so warm that she didn't want to