It felt right. The way they now stood in the corner of the small room, foreheads touching.

The way she curled her hand against his chest. The way he stroked her cheek and brushed his other hand against her arm.

The way the tips of her shoes covered his as she lifted her head to bring their lips together again, soft lips meeting soft lips.

The guard had long ago dropped his attempts to separate the too. Perhaps he grew tired, or maybe he was just a sucker for airport romance.

They took no notice of him either way. They were trapped in their own little world of wonder. Of relief and long suppressed love for one another.

She sighs against his lips and he can feel her eyelashes flutter against his cheeks.

"Is this real?" She whispers tentatively.

He has a hard time believing it himself.

"I hope so," he replies, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her as close as possible. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in everything about her.

He needs it to be.