Kristin laughed. "Your reaction is priceless. Why shouldn't I be here? This is my apartment, after all." She said, pointing at the door behind her. "Instead, it is I who should be asking why you're at my doorstep."
Zachary gave her a look over, wondering whether she was being serious or joking. "You really live here, in this building?" He asked after a moment, his voice slightly higher than he'd intended.
It had been close to two years since he'd last seen her, but she'd grown more beautiful. She was even more gorgeous. Her intelligent amber eyes matched her long blonde hair, which she wore in a ponytail. She had a full, womanly figure. The curves of her hips and the fullness of her bosom brought to mind the idea of perfection. Most Norwegian ladies that Zachary had met were not excessively curvy. Kristin was the exception in that regard. Even her Nike Air running jacket and pair of baggy pants couldn't hide her shapely figure.
