Her request was a simple one. One he could easily make happen. So he made it happen.
For the remainder of the days he was to spend, they were glued to each other. Their movement circled around the bed, the dining area, the lake and then back to the bed.
They spent each second together. Not even a millisecond apart. And to Lydia, it seemed the time even rolled faster when she wished it would stand still.
They spent their time either talking more about the past he had missed, or the past she had not been born to witness. And when they weren't using their words, their bodies did the talking. Time and time again, they mixed their body fluids. Basking in the heat of each other, relishing in the goodness of having another human of the opposite sex pressed nakedly upon the body of the other.
The wounds he had inflicted upon her with his hands and teeth were yet to heal so he'd diligently help her to apply the balm on it time and time again.
