_Is that the reason you look like a scaredy cat_
Rachel's POV
I whirled around in surprise, expecting it but taken aback nonetheless as I stood face to face with my husband. He looked as handsome as ever in a short-sleeved brown shirt and slacks, luggage in his left hand while his right held his phone to his ear.
"Your mouth is opened but you can't seem to utter a word," he murmured in a smile and dropped his hand with the phone, sliding the device into his slacks.
I could only blink in response. He was right about my mouth being open, however not a single syllable was formed in my head, not to talk of speaking it.
"How about I shut it with mine?" He inquired in a smile and took a step forward, his posture changing as he bent to cover my mouth with a kiss.
