the way she remembers it

She felt his lips brush lightly on her cheek. She turned to face him and playfully asked, ''what?".
His smile held all the answers.
he gently kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, then her eyes again.
She slowly opened them, a smile forming on her lips.
a smile sealed by his kiss.

he cradled her face in his hands and looked into her eyes.
"mm...i can't seem to get enough of you...", he whispered.

she edged closer to him, a closeness that she thought was inseparable, and burried her head in his chest;
drowned in the familiar scent of him.

they say that death comes when time stops for you.
she can't count the number of times he had made her die like this.