A glance at her watch confirmed that she didn’t have time to get to Sunday morning church. Who would have thought their weekend would pass as it had—first a storm in which they’d nearly drowned and then an afternoon and night of the deepest intimacy she’d ever experienced. They’d shared affection and their minds, but not their bodies. If they had spoken words of love and given of their bodies, too, she doubted she could have left him for any reason. But he’d kept their temperatures low, though she knew that wasn’t what he’d intended when he took her there. She understood that their feelings for each other had changed, that they’d come to a reckoning point and had opted for caution and restraint. She hadn’t been hurt nor had she attempted to seduce him when he bluntly suggested they leave early, because he couldn’t spend another celibate night there with her. She answered the phone reluctantly, since Adam had no reason to contact her that she could imagine.
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