There were elements of their last night together she had already forgotten. She had no recollection of who had first collapsed on Isla's bed, which of them had finally relinquished the night. Perhaps it had been a silent agreement, both of them, satisfied they had silently settled to rest for the short remainder of the night.
Determined to build a keepsake, a piece of home to bring on her mission, there were details of their last evening Alex had astutely committed to memory. With vivid lucidity, she could project behind her closed eyelids Isla's untethered smile, a radiant beauty she felt she had never truly been privileged to witness before that night. The flame ablaze behind her dark brown eyes as she had claimed Alex's body had scorched the agent's memory. Even now as she laid on her back in Isla's bed she promised herself to remember the weight of the blonde's head on her shoulder, the soothing tingle of her breath tickling her skin... Alexandra pressed her lips atop Isla's head and took a deep breath, she would never be able to put words on the smell that invaded her mind, but she knew she would remember the rare feeling of content it conjured.
Wrapped in the reassurance of Isla's constant breathing, she was lulled into the morning. She could not tell if Isla was asleep or simply lying awake in her arms, but she knew she dreaded the fact that she would soon have to leave the warmth of their embrace.