That day she wore her tiny rebellion, as I liked to refer to it. The ring fit snugly around her lip. I could see the reflection of mine as I edged closer. A smile formed across her lips as they grazed against mine, moving in conjunction as the moment progressed. I missed her lips after a weekend of not being around. They felt so familiar. They reminded me of home, of how it felt to be in her arms as we would lie in bed. They reminded me of wrapping my arms around her when I walked into the kitchen as she would be attentive towards fixing breakfast. I missed the way her thighs tasted as I'd kiss them, feeling the invitation from rendering shudders. My fingers crawled around her waist and I pulled her closer. In that kiss, I felt whole.