The airport was alive with motion, yet Emma felt as if time had slowed. Snowflakes danced against the glass walls, blown sideways by the wind, painting the world outside in white. Her fingers twisted the strap of her bag nervously. Every few seconds, she checked the arrivals board, willing the number of the flight to appear.
Then she saw him. Liam stepped through the sliding doors, coat dusted with snow, hair slightly damp from the cold. His eyes searched the crowd, and the moment they met hers, everything else fell away.
Emma’s heart leapt, and before she could think, she was running. Boots slipping slightly on the wet floor, she didn’t care. She reached him, arms flinging around his neck in a tight embrace. He caught her immediately, holding her as if letting go was impossible.
“I mis
