God, I am such a sentimental sap!
Her shoulders rose and fell with her sigh. She knew he was there. She could feel his heart pounding the whole time.
Holding his breath, he stared as she slowly turned around. His hand covered her cheek and he watched her lips silently trace the shape of his name. His fingers sank into her hair and pulled her closer. He had to have her mouth.
She tried to fight his kiss, but the taste of him filled her with years of memories. And love. She grabbed his face in her hands. It would not be their last kiss.
~Writing 101: day 13