There was something about the moments in Christopher's arms that made the experience of staring at the shimmering night sky full of stars and all the other planetary bodies, different.
She had shared some of these moments with her mother, and while theirs had provided her with a sense of peace and comfort, that with Christopher had stirred in a need for something — something unknown and something she had never quite thought of or needed. And it had done so with a devastating force that left her wondering what sort of man he was.
The sun was rising when they stirred up, realizing they had drifted to sleep after hours of huddling, random conversations, and listening to the comforting rush of waves down the shore.