Just three more steps, guiding him in - when suddenly, his hand is jerked out of yours. "Ugh. Gods! I sure hope whatever that was was not intended. Because if that's your idea of a surprise, love..."

He is holding his nose in pain, as you turn around and your gaze shifts downwards "Love?", he asks, now unsure. For a moment, all you could do was stare, with a crumbling heart, at the threshold that held him back.