Lee knew that hold, understood what it was driving her arms and legs to wrap themselves around him. He'd been there before, been drowning and sinking all at once and in painful, frantic need for something or someone to hold onto. Dee had been his lifeline, but he had never had to face the things Sharon was facing right then. It was a painful realization, seeing the things he'd experienced in someone else. It convinced him even more surely that giving in to what Sharon said she wanted was the wrong thing to do.

But right and wrong had never been his strong suit, not when it came to Sharon Agathon. Everything about them was wrong, and as she pressed herself to him, clutched him tightly, Lee knew that wasn't about to change.

Her holding on to him made things difficult for a bit. There was almost no space for Lee to get his hands to her, onto her clothes and her body. Lee pulled hard and fast at her tank top and shirt. The way she had begged him, calling it "making love", Lee had wanted to go more slowly, but the desperation was sinking in, for both of them. Sharon's bra followed quickly, and Lee pressed his mouth to her breasts in turn.