The last words.

With a flourish of the wrist, he lifted the ornate calligraphy brush from her naked flesh. He knew she'd approve were her eyes not shut. All their last night's intimacy inked out on her lithe, body. The passionate, dark, and forbidden acts. He'd written only where clothes would cover so she could keep the words longer.

Once they were dressed, her makeup immaculate, he gave a final kiss. They wouldn't meet again. He left into cold blue light of pre-dawn, sending a voice message to his business partner.

"The body is prepped for the funeral today. She's in fridge four."