Jack smiles shakily, before he pulls himself to her and kisses her lips softly, delicately, but so full of love and understanding it burns their lips. He sighs into it, his eyes half open, before he draws back. His breath is quiet, hushed, honest.
“I believe you. And know I will always come back to you, as well.”
There was a love sick expression on her face as she watched him, her fingers moving to touch her lips lightly. “No one could ever kiss me like that either…”
She sighed happily, looking around for his guitar. “Would you…sing for me…like that time please?” she asked softly, wishing to hear his beautiful voice singing a melody.
“O… of course I can, yes… anything, sure…!” he said quietly, letting her go, so she could fetch his guitar which was set besides the closet. Once she brought it to him he unclasped the case and pulled the black, aged instrument out and holds it in his arms.
“What do you want to hear?” he asks.
Jack Maple 