His rough, but gentle hands moved down her bare sides, savouring the feel of her skin once again. His lips sprinkled little kisses along her shoulder and neck as she peered into the mirror before her. He tasted the clean, showered skin, which smelled amazing to him, making him groan in delight. He got to touch her like he used to, he got to be with her in ways he couldn't when she was married.
He wouldn't take it for granted.
He was her shield from the grief and suffering. The one who would show her love when no one else could. Of course she would let him pull her body against his, even though she was only wearing a towel. Of course she would let his lips devour hers in seconds. But she didn't take in consideration the tears she would shed later when she was alone.
She had to move on.