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a rectangle of glowing light, a tall figure stood facing steadfastly toward her, unmoving. Adele stood up fully, and her eyes adjusted to the dark. The figure was standing on a covered porch outside of one of the resort cabins, and the light from inside the hut spilled out the open door and onto the porch, framing him.              
    Him. Of course it was him. She was briefly shocked that it had taken her so long to recognize those spreading shoulders and sculpted arms, that slim torso, those locks of unruly hair, that confident yet friendly stance. Of course it was Danny.
    Acting without any thought, she brushed the wet hair out of her eyes and moved across the wet grass—carefully this time—toward the square of light. The thought Like a moth to a flame popped into her head, but she pushed it back. Just this once, she would stop over-thinking, stop narrating her life instead of living it.
    “I would say come in before you get drenched, but…” Danny’s voice resonated richly in the humid air, vibrating through the soft night to her ears.
    “Ha,” was all she could manage in response. Her bare feet had reached the edge of his porch, and she took the step. Eighteen inches stood between them. When she swayed forward toward him she could actually feel the buzz of his energy increase.
    “Hi,” he said, his voice less of an echo this time, more intimate.
    “Hi,” she said.
    Though the sky had turned completely dark, enough light spilled from the cabin to illuminate parts of him—his shining eyes, the rounded top of his shoulder, the plump center of his lip. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw one arm reach and grasp something, and then he was moving toward her. In an instant, she was enveloped not by his skin, but by the rough, warm embrace of a towel.
    “I grabbed this when I saw you coming,” he said. He’d wrapped the towel around her, but was still holding either side with his hands, so they were in a kind of towel cocoon together. She could feel the heat of his chest, and when she allowed herself to look up, to see his body, his face, she felt a pulsing between her legs.
    “How did you know it was me?”
    He shrugged, moving the towel with his gesture, bringing her slightly—accidentally?—closer. Despite her efforts to stop them, her eyes drifted down to the part of his shorts just below the drawstring. It was difficult to be certain in the dark, but there seemed to be a considerable bulge there. She felt the only dry part of her get wet. He held himself at a distance, gripping the towel tightly around her and yet letting no part of their warm, wet bodies touch.
    In a galloping outburst of heartbeats that seemed to erupt not from her chest but her stomach, Adele felt herself falling forward and against his hot, smooth, chest. With instant reflexes, he let the towel fall to the porch and caught her, sliding one arm around to her lower back and touching the other hand to the base of her chin, tilting her head toward his. The hesitation lasted no longer than a fraction of a second but managed to send a rush of blood down to her toes—the moment after he’d lifted her face and before he leaned in, his green eyes sparkling in the moonlight, locking with hers.
    And then the kiss. His lips touched hers softly at first, and when he felt her raise her face up, wanting more, he pressed back with more intensity. His pillowy lips were as smooth and inviting as they’d looked from afar, and she had to consciously slow down, reminding herself to move with his rhythm. Her lips parted at the gentle suggestion of his firm tongue, and she surged up against him again. Their torsos pressed together by the abandoned towel, the rain and sweat on their bodies the only thing between them. She established, happily, that the bulge had not been in her imagination.
    Now both of his hands were on her back, sliding underneath the wet tank top. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Who was this guy? Where was she?