Her sweet scent

She stretched and looked around. She gently slid out of the bed and ran to take a shower. He saw her, sometime later, her lithe body wrapped in a towel. In his towel. Her curls cascading beyond her waist. Her strong collar bones. Her perfect Cupid-bow lips. And her eyes. Oh,those eyes! They captivated him like no other.
He took her name. She turned around with a gasp. She blushed, with her clothes ran back inside.
He was staring intently at the door. Today he'd ask her. Today he'd say all that he'd been meaning to.
She stepped out, looking very much the goddess he thought her to be. She met his eye with such passion, he had to look away. After all, he was the one responsible for the mess.
She came up to him. He made up his mind, was already preparing a speech in his head. She pushed him against the wall. He gulped. He met her eyes. The burning desire in them surprised him. She kissed him. And then she kissed him some more. He held her face in his hands, he kissed her back, almost as if he was trying to match her intensity.
She knew this was the last time she'd see him. She knew this wasn't working out. And it would damage both of them even more,if she over stayed.
She pulled back, he was looking at her with a thousand question marks in his eyes. There would be answers. But not this morning.
She kissed him again, pulling him toward her. She kissed him passionately. Like it was him she was deriving oxygen from. Like her whole life depended on him.
She memorized the way his hands would always meet at the small of her back. She memorized the intoxicating cologne-y scent of his room. The taste of his cigarette stained lips. They pulled apart what seemed ages later.
He opened his mouth to say something but he saw something in her eyes that convinced him that what was going to follow,was inevitable.
She grabbed her bags,took a last look around this second home of hers and burst out of the room. She ran down the stairs only to stop after climbing into the backseat of a cab. Then the tears began to flow. How she wished there was something she could do to work it out. She sighed deeply. They both had done their best. But maybe they were too passionate and the fire ended up burning them instead.
His eyes swept the room, searching for some kind of reminder even though he knew he'd never forget her. His eyes fell on the towel. He grabbed it like it were his lifeline, inhaling the sweet scent of her magnificent skin.

"Never thought we'd have a last kiss,
Never imagined we'd end like this,
Your name,forever the name on my lips,
Just like a last kiss."