"There won't be," he promised, rolling with her without missing a single beat, the two of them moving as one, as they always had. In his mind, he moved with purposeful confidence, but uncharacteristically, he was unable to get his body to fully comply. Instead, his hands trembled as he moved down her body, mouth open against the swell of her breast as he hooked his fingers in the elastic of her shorts and eased them down.

He felt clumsy, boyish, something he'd hated as a child, but somehow, didn't seem so awful now.