Her Last Encounter

Theo gently laid Isabela down against the grey-blue couch pillows, as their lips stayed in continous sync. As he loosened his grip around her waist she opened her eyes.

He looked down at her and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. Isabela quietly whispered to him, "I'm cold, and wet, and would love to have a cup of coffee". Theos quirky smile flooded her heart with memories of their past. He stood to his feet and started toward the kitchen.

"Is it okay if I grab a shower?" Isabela asked?" "You know where your things are." Theo told her.