She lay heavily on top of him.
John Fame groaned softly.
He held her tightly and quickly rolled over, placing the two of them on their sides with her fully enclosed in his arms.
"John Fame, you didn't even take off your shoes when you came aboard my boat!" Lissy Lock looked up from his chest, revealing her face to complain angrily.
He kicked off his shoes, rubbing her delicate, fair legs, "There, I've taken them off now."
Lissy glared at him, "Get up, go wash up, you reek of alcohol, it's unbearable."
"No," he said, "I'm afraid that if I go, I won't hold you again."
His voice was deep, slightly hoarse. But Lissy acted as if she didn't hear him. She kept pushing him, "This smell on you makes my head spin."
"Just for a moment," John Fame said, "I have something to tell you."
He held her, unwilling to let go. Because deep down he knew, as soon as he finished speaking, their interaction would become ten times more difficult than it was now.
