"I'm serious," he said, turning toward her, his face open, vulnerable in a way she rarely saw. "I don't know how he lives like that. I don't know how women take it. It's not... it's not normal."
She gave a low whistle, shaking her head, feigning disbelief. "You're exaggerating."
"I'm not. I'm a big guy. You've told me that. But next to that? I felt like a... sample size."
Shannon laughed again, but it came a beat too late. Her heart fluttered unexpectedly. Her skin prickled. "Maybe the steam got to your head."
"No," he said. "No, this was--God. It was just there. Hanging. Like it had gravity."
She straddled him, cutting off the spiral with her body. Her thighs bracketed his hips, and she leaned in, letting her weight sink into him, grounding both of them. His hands slid up to grip her
