Curling into him, she chuckled at the sound of his voice, the feeling it more than hearing it.

The night was something she wanted to hold on to, but she was warm, and heavy, and she could already feel sleep pushing at the edges of her mind. Her lips found his skin, kissing over it, pressing close to him.

She knew this would be her last time to tell him something, possibly. But she didn't want to say anything wrong. Let this be his last memory of her.