Still Got It

Chapter Twenty-Three

T he tears ran down the sides of her face and away onto the sand. There’d been so many tears today, but these were tears of shame, not sorrow. After pulling on his trunks, Will placed her T-shirt and shorts in her hand in the dark, and went to stand behind the rock he’d popped up from earlier that evening, so she could dress in private.

Luckily, he seemed to understand that she didn’t want to be touched. There would be no repeat performance of whatever it was that had just happened. The horror of what she’d done, having sex on the anniversary of her husband’s death, with a guy she’d only known for a couple of months, made her want to cover her eyes with her hands. No one could ever find out.

The fact that she’d never had sex like it wasn’t somewhere she could let herself go. Sex with Phil had been good, very good at times, but nothing like that. That was an out-of-body experience, except her body had been very much present. It had been almost animalistic.