A Made Up Story, no doubt

I wake up in the clothes I wore the day before. I struggle to remember what had happened as I slowly sit up to check the time. My contacts are still in, and I find that I've been asleep for a measly two hours. My memory loss could be accredited to my sleep deprivation, but when I glance at the girl beside me, everything comes back. What happened the night before washes over me, threatening to drown me almost like being under a waterfall with your head tilted back.
Seeing short red hair and feet barely poking out from the end of the cover, I cannot surpress a smile. For nearly ten minutes, I sit motionless and watch her sleep; blown away by the fact that she's there. Soon, nature is calling and I cannot sit any longer. So I get up as silently as possible and head towards the bathroom. When I get back, I crawl in the warm covers beside her, using the heat her body is producing to warm my chilled self.
Sighing a deep breath out, I notice she's not breathing like she's asleep. I open my eyes and find her smiling at me. I brush the hair out of her eyes, taking my time running my fingers along her cheek. I bring her face ever so slowly towards mine, and when I believe I would die if I didn't, I kiss her. In that kiss, I'm taken back to a summer. The summer. A time I didn't leave for months. I let the emotions flow just as they did that night in July. A transfer of soul between us, the very act that laced her within me.
She takes my breath away, and she notices, drawing away from out interlocking lips. Running her fingers along the bones that make up my face, a familiar scene comes to mind. It's in hers, too, I can see it in her eyes.
So I ask, "What are you doing?"
Two simple words that are so dear to me, "Remembering you," is all she says in reply.