“Hey.” I smile unsurely from my position on the lounger as he walks toward me intently; he doesn’t hesitate but slides down beside me and lies down with a tremendous sigh. He’s on his front, buried his face in the crook of his arms, making it obvious he is utterly exhausted. His body sags heavily, taking up a vast amount of room. He’s close enough that we touch delicately in places, but not deliberately. He smells good, of sea and sun and him. If I could bottle that smell and keep ...