Chapter 27

I knew it would pass, and I told myself that any humiliation I might feel was just ego, that my current state was largely to blame, and that anyway, no one was without—

I caught myself, wondering what the hell I was going on about.

And then I felt the warmth of his body around me, as he settled into the sand, his legs on either side of me, his arms around my shoulders, his chest just touching my upper back.

It was wonderful, but I wished I was drunker, because I still cringed away from the contact, unable to let go, to fully accept and appreciate.

“It’s okay,” his voice whispered in my ear. “Just let go, okay? You don’t have to be Mr. Professor all the time. Okay?”