He watched her as she eased out of his bed. He saw her touch her necklace with a fond face, as she pulled away the sheets. Her hand skimmed back to her neck as she brought her hair over her shoulder, fingers running along the strands as she dizzily traced her steps towards his couch.
He watched her pick her clothes up, her figure angling in an attractive manner as she put them on. He watched her with lidded eyes as she adjusted her bra straps over her shoulders. He shifted slightly on the bed, the sheets crumpling. Did they always feel this soft before? He inhaled and her scent wafted.
He closed his eyes, remembering her breathless voice. He remembered them both pushing each other down on the bed hastily, impatient to savor each other.
He heard her walk over to him, and he kept his eyes closed. She brought her face close to him, unaware that he was awake. Her hand caressed his cheek.
He felt her breath tremble as she kissed him, soft and slow. It was a chaste kiss, as she was too shy to deepen it. He felt her pull away and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Leaving already?"