4:10 Perfect

Caution: Grab your sick buckets,

you're gunna need 'em.

(sickly sweet, picture heavy)

 It seemed like moments since they'd met. Three days didn't seem long enough to spend in his arms, and she wished she could wake like this every day. It wouldn't work. She thought to herself as she carefully lifted herself off his chest to look in his eyes.

"Where are you going?" Winter asked. His eyes, those deeps pools that pulled her soul to his, watching her every move.

"Home." She smiled, moving to sit on the side of the bed. His arm captured her, halting her escape, and she leaned down to give the kiss his lips were begging for.

"Do you have to?" He sat up, and pulled her to him. She wished she could say no. She wished she could say here, in this hotel room, in his arms, forever.
"I have children to see, friends to save." She reminded herself as much as him. I said it wouldn't work. The voice at the back of her head reminded her. It was quiet, as if unsure. What if it would? Her own voice sounded.

She snuggled deeper into his embrace, wishing she knew what to do. Wishing she could stay a little longer, just to be sure. As if reading her thoughts, he moved closer, teasing her cheek with the tip of his nose, and planting light kisses on her jawline.
"You're only making this harder." She breathed, wishing she had the time to give in just one last time. One last moment, just to get him out of her system.
"Hard enough to make you change your mind?" His cold breath in her ear sending sparks over her body, exploding into goosebumps as they hit the surface. She sighed. They'd had this conversation before. Twice before, actually. Three days is all it was, all it ever would be. They both had lives to get back to, they didn't have time to make it work.
"No." She replied. It was evident in her voice that she wasn't sure herself, but she stood and began to get herself ready to leave anyway.

She decided to go for her almost-suit, she wanted to look like a frequent flyer living the high-life on the flight home. She was about to apply some makeup when arms encircled her. He ran an icy finger down her gently flushing face.
"You don't need make-up."
"I don't want people to ask questions about my face at the airport." She replied, remembering the outward journey.
"Let them ask. Let them know how special you are."

Agreeing to forget about the make-up, but taking a mental note to apply it in the cab or departure lounge before the flight, they left the room for the last time.

They smiled and made small jokes while walking the long corridor to the lift. Kaity knew that if they didn't she'd cry, she could feel the tears just under the surface.  
Stop it, you idiot.

 They arrived at the elevator at the far end of the hallway, and Kaity threw herself into Winter's chest while they waited. He didn't need to ask what was wrong, it was obvious. He just wondered why she was fighting it, why she refused to listen to what her heart told her.

"Miss Mattell, you didn't check into your suite..." The receptionist trailed off, and her confusion turned into a knowing smile as she watched the affectionate way the couple in front of her were behaving.

"No. I didn't need it." Kaity smiled as she stroked Winters cheek. He, without letting go for a second, handed back his room key, and they both signed out. This was it. It was over.

The receptionist turned her attention to another customer.
"Hey." Winter whispered, kissing a single tear away from her warm cheek.

The feeling of regret stayed with her as he carried her over the threshold. She vowed to never admit that she was having second thoughts, she was too stubborn for that.
"What's wrong?" She hadn't realised she was pouting, and Winter seemed concerned as he gently placed her on the tarmac.

She brushed a stray hair from his face and rested her finger on his lip. She didn't want to answer and was sure she didn't need to. They stood for the longest time, admiring each others features in the bright floodlights.

And then he kissed her.

She knew this was their last kiss, neither of them wanted it to end, and they clung to each other as if loosening their grip would end the world, as if nothing else in the universe existed.

Eventually, as with all good things, it came to an end.
"May I have your number?" He asked. One last try.
"I'm sorry. It's perfect now. It's perfect the way it is." Not wanting to let go, they shared a final desperate kiss. "If you're ever in Sunset Valley..." She trailed off, unable to form words as the lump in her throat took over her body, shaking her lungs until it was near impossible to breathe, ripping her heart from its mount in her chest, and throwing it to her stomach.
"If you're ever in Bridgeport."