A kiss.
She felt sand upon her lips. Harsh, as if punishing her for whatever "this" was.
He stared at her for a second before he pulled away completely.
She ached to lean close and capture his lips into another kiss. But she knew better. She should have known better than to allow him to touch her lips. She was not one for dramatics, really. She needed to calm down. Breathe. In, out. In, out.
He's staring. She touched a hand to her lips, felt the sand, and refused to look at him.
Finally she spoke. "We can't." Her voice was raspy with emotion.
"I know." He replied in the same voice.