As I slowly gain consciousness, the faint aroma of salt fills my nostrils. The air is damp and cool, and dim light invades the room as the sun rises. Off in the distance, seagulls squawk like an alarm clock. Waves crash against the sand, swoosh, and hiss as the tide ebbs. It's peaceful. It's relaxing. It's calming. It's wonderful. I pull the duvet under my chin, not to hide my naked body, but to trap the warmth between the sheets.

On his side, asleep, breathing slowly and steadily, Josh stirs. He's facing away from me, and I'm drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I'm not used to...