When he came home later that day, he stopped at the cottage, his unbuttoned shirt and loose tie giving him an air of magazine model. He had dark grey tailored trousers on over smart expensive black shoes, but he had pulled his shirt loose at the waist messily. Dropping his jacket over the couch.
He casually meandered into the room where she was attempting to put the finishing details to a little forest scene. The illustrations were similar in concept to her last in that it was a woodland set fairytale book but instead of gnomes and cute shaggy wildlife, it was all floral fairies and pixies, insects and small furry rodents. He leant down, kissing the back of her exposed neck, her hair piled messily on top of her head to keep it out of her way, admiring her work. She stopped, arching back a
