What happened after she came back and went to meet Angel?
Her hand slid down his chest. Calluses on muscle. They couldn't look each other in the face so they focused on the details. A touch here, a finger there. A kiss on skin that hadn't been tasted for so long, a warm tongue just under a shadow. The way her curves fit perfectly into his palm.
She thought it was too quiet, odd to only hear the sound of her own breathing.
He thought it was too soon to try again, but he didn't tell her that.
A longing for what they couldn't have filled the silence that surrounded them.