She looks up at me again and slowly gets off the table, holding a thin towel to the front of her. I keep still as she walks over to me, her limbs shaking the closer she gets. Once she's in front of me, I lift my hand, making sure she's following my movements. Gently, I brush the strands of hair away that are hanging in her face. Then I trail my fingertips down her cheek, across her jaw, and to her neck. Slowly, I grip the side of her neck with as little pressure as possible and bring my other hand to tip her chin up.
My eyes roam over her face as I cup the other hand on the side of her head and face. "You will always be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, baby."
Extremely slowly, I lean down and let my lips brush hers. When she doesn't pull away, I press mine fully against her
