I should have kissed more than your hand. . . thought I'd have more time," he whispered between liquid, panting breaths. ". . . too late now. " I looked into his eyes and completely forgot the rest of the world. In that moment, all I knew was that I was holding Stark in my arms, and I was going to lose him very, very soon.
This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.