His hand jerked at a soft, cool kiss, but it was only a few last shredded leaves and flower petals sifting gently down out of the air to settle all around them.
XXX said in a muffled voice, "YYY, will you please get off my ZZZ?
There was a brief pause. Then YYY rolled away and, cautiously, sat up, head hunched into collar. "Sorry," said YYY gruffly. "Thought for a moment there I was about to lose you. Again."
"Don't apologize." XXX, his heart still racing and his mouth very dry, pushed up and sat, his back pressed to a now-shorter marble drum.