She looked at him. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, head swaying from side to side with the motion of a clock's pendulum. Gathering time....

Josh. Caving. Don't speak. His lips burned into the side of her neck. She gasped. Her body, becoming increasingly limp. Hold me. He...

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...