From that story...
"On nights like this one, even the stars are sleeping, satisfied with the world for now. Though not guaranteed to last, somehow anything is better than nothing. As she smelled him, he wore the scent of a fresh December morning on his exposed neck and every kiss she stole tasted of sweet dew and blooming flowers. It's an effortless seduction, just his scent and presence combined in a room.
She slowly traces the lines on his hands just to feel close to him, to memorize the intricate pathways that is him.
Now his hands, these hands equipped with the strength to battle anything and anyone. The physique of a man who was once a stranger to her. She could feel the difficult past on his every muscle and the sufferings on each of his scars.
The ocean is trapped in his eyes. Deep and absorbing. She loves every bit of him even his shadows which no one else sees. How can she love even his shadows that haunt her at times? She has to learn to ignore those shadows because her love for him is far more important. She has to make the most of their fleeting time. Every second with him is heaven on earth. Every second is well-spent."