Temperance

This was about singular perfection. Quality over quantity.

Not that a plethora wasn't a worthy endeavor.

They'd gone from parting with a series of good, toe curling kisses to fewer but better ones. The kind that left them dazed but able to at least tear themselves away and stop running perpetually late everywhere.

Their lips parted.

"So... later." He was staring at her mouth, wanting to claim or be claimed by it again.

"Yeah, later." She was breathless and knew she had somewhere to be.

The goodbye kiss. Enough to close a moment and enough to make you crave more.