Beginning at the End
She holds her breath as he moves slowly into her, his body pushed against hers. She drops the towel to the floor and fingers the buttons of his white shirt.
His lips, kissing the skin of her temple.
The warmth of her cheeks and the softness of her mouth; beautiful and trembling as he kisses her.
Falling, into a hold of his. She can’t see, eyes closed; she doesn’t need to.