And his mouth was on hers, though neither was able to finish any kiss they started—such was the intensity.
When he retreated, she felt a whimper in her throat; and each time he returned, it felt like it had been ages.
Even in unremarkable stories, we are remarkable. Julian Monroe-the fourth of three children-learns the art of navigation on Lake Michigan, perfecting her trade aboard a Navy cruiser. But when she settles down, ferrying passengers between Maine and Nova Scotia, she questions her purpose, her life-navigational skills. The ability to chart a course and then steer is intrinsic-we have it or we do not. But sometimes the richest destinations are those mapped by the wandering or by the lost.