Our nights together were always short, but rich. There were candles, bourbon, wine, cool breezes, talking, talking, loving, and talking some more, then sound sleep and warmth.
One night you kissed me, then rolled over on your side and said casually "I love you". I think I sat straight up in bed, and said "What did you just say to me?". You, knowing I would protest, said simply "You heard me".
Your leather, my lace, and then the cold morning after, that tried to extinguish your warmth.