We lie together quietly, he beside me, hands behind his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling “Wow! That was quite a ride, Kirstie. Thank you.”

“Thank you. I enjoyed it too.”

“When you asked me to manhandle you, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.”

“You’ve not done that before?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m more accustomed to women who want flowers and romantic dinners.” He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “You’re a bit of a contradiction you know.”

“How do you mean?”

“You tell me that you want control of your life, that you want to be in charge, but in the bedroom, you enjoy being…. I don’t think mauled is too strong a word.”

Heat blushes up my face and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. If that’s what gives you your kicks, I’m happy to help….” He hesitates. “Is that why some of your previous…. partners…. didn’t work out? They weren’t comfortable delivering what works for you?”

“Some of them, certainly, yes.”

“You want to meet up again?”

“I’d love to.”

“Good.” He looks pleased, really pleased. “I’m leaving in the morning for this trip, but I’ll be back in the area next weekend if you’d like….”

“Suits me.”

“Great. I’ll see you in a few days then. And next time, I’ll know what to expect. I’ll come prepared.”

*****

The day is much darker than on my last visit to the beach, overcast and with the breeze gusting cold. Rain threatens, and I decide not to walk too far from shelter.

bar, I open up the car to let my gang bound out in a melee of joyous, barking enthusiasm, racing off ahead

the sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky. I walk briskly, warming myself

I realise that I have walked much further from the bar than I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the

I left behind me. Calling the dogs in, I sprint back up

hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of water hammering

am drenched, and the wind picking up, the chill bites through me. Dashing for the warmth of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on the door, heading instead for the

wet and stinking for the

more to the beguiling warmth of the

boots before I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb

“Or hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting at the bar, himself

please,” I say

a few coins on

hands around the cup, warming my fingers, but still shivering. My clothes are clammy with

almost got me too, but I must run faster than you.” He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You really are drenched, aren’t you? Don’t you have

head. “It was bright sunshine when I left home. Didn’t think I needed

in the car. Back in a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his

that on you. There’s

in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm

not a good fit and would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben

return to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. “Not exactly a fashion

owe you one.” I say, pushing the sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er…. do mind if I borrow it

to me, perhaps when we meet up for a meal?” He cocks an eyebrow

sip my coffee,

wants a date with

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

fine. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the

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