whisper

It always happens when I'm least expecting it.

A light breeze across the back of my neck. A reminder of the light feel of lips just underneath where my neck and shoulder meet. It takes me back all at once. That night in the car. Kissing so much I didn't think we'd ever stop. The scratch of the start of morning stubble.

Knowing, in the back of my head, it wouldn't go on forever.

Not realizing that everytime after that, everytime I get in my car, it's the first thing I think of.