Watching the man's broad back, she couldn't help but smile and then, without a second thought, rose and threw herself onto his back.
"Just carry me for a bit, then you can put me down," she said, with her arms wrapped around his neck, Emma Benson admired the handsome, three-dimensional profile of the man's face, "I can walk by myself."
"Hmm, first a kiss…" Walter Schmidt turned his head, and before moving forward, he didn't forget to ask for a kiss.
"Walter!…" Emma Benson cooed playfully, with a light punch on his shoulder that was more like a massage for the man. It didn't hurt at all, but rather stirred his interest.
He continued to tease her, "No kiss? If you don't kiss me, I'll carry you all the way back to the hotel!"
"You…" She furrowed her brows, finding herself at a loss for words, simply staring at him.
Walter Schmidt curled his lips, knowing she wouldn't bear to see him tired and was sure she would relent, so he stood there unmoving.
