Rachael felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she forced herself to keep from retching. He looked so peaceful as if he were just sleeping. It was hard to believe that he was really gone.
She stayed there, staring at him for a long time, tracing the lines of his face with her fingers. Her mind was reeling, memories of him flooding her thoughts. She remembered the way he smiled, the way he held her for the first time and savored her mouth. Rachael slowly traced her delicate fingers along the tips of her mouth, surprised at how the brief contact left a magical sensation deep within her.
The way he looked at her with those deep, dark eyes. She remembered the way his voice sounded when he said her name, the way his breath felt on her skin, the way his hands felt on hers.
