I move my hand down to her face, pull her in close to me and our mouths brush. Then I kiss her, slowly at first . . . slowly like how you drink a top-shelf whiskey—feel it in your mouth, let it roll around for a couple of seconds before you go back for more. Bask in the flavour of my old, always love. Slowly, slowly, and then more. I kiss her deeper and her breath gets caught in her chest, and I remember how much I used to love it when that would happen, so I do it more.
