Anne swooned.
With her legs unable to support her, she fell to the ground. And as she did, feeling the ground coming at her fast, all she could think was how ridiculous she must look. The thought amused her and she was just about to chuckle when she was scooped off her feet.
In the split second Anne had wobbled and begun her fall, Caius rose from his kneeling position and caught her, lifting her into his arms in a bridal carry.
"Oof," Anne let out in surprise as the chuckle that had been building was cut off in her throat. Instantly, her arms were around Caius's neck to secure her place as he began to move.
Just like in her office—and really that of every Professor Caius had visited—there was a sofa present in Anne's private home Study. But this sofa was wider, longer, and more luxurious with enough lay-down space to be a cozy bed.
