His hand covers her breast, squeezing, his lips brushing against her skin and Joyce feels like she's glowing, all of a sudden. She lies back further so that she can reach up with one hands, smooth over his chest, the breadth of his shoulders. She can feel how he's holding himself back.

"You don't have to be gentle with me, Jim," she says. "I've been waiting for this for a long time too, you know."