She unzipped the suitcase with trembling fingers, and smiled through her tears. It was so very him— neat and orderly with the faint woodsy scent she would always associate with him. It's what had first attracted her, when their hands met over the coffee she served him every morning.
Always polite, and so damn sexy under his mob of hair, and thick geek glasses. Only the twinkle in his eyes had given his naughty side away. The one he only showed to her, leaving her breathless, aching and in love.
"Are those your husband's belongings, Ma'am?"
She could only nod.
Till next week, folks.