Albert lay beside Annabelle, his hands tracing the outline of his wife's face. His eyes fixed on Annabelle's face. Albert began to kiss her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and ended up on his wife's soft lips. Map out his wife's face and keep it in his memory.
His lips began to brush against Annabelle's, tasting and opening them. Annabelle did the same as Albert did, touching those thick hot lips and feeling them. Their eyes were closed, their tongues pressed together, none of the scorching passion they felt as usual. Not a sigh escaped their lips.
Only suppressed sobs could be heard from Annabelle's mouth, making their lips taste salty because Albert was involuntarily shedding tears. Feeling a tight chest like Annabelle felt.
