They lay there for a still moment and listened to the sounds of the beach: children splashing along the shore, mothers and fathers laughing, people chattering, birds chirping, and floating through it all, the rhythmic waves rising, falling, and rising once more.
Awake?” Michael’s voice was soft, and his breath, almost cooler than the sun, smelled faintly of the mango-peach smoothie he’d had an hour ago.
Josh mistook it for a breeze off the lake, gently gliding over his chest, until he felt Michael other hand slide onto his head.
