The sun burned when you were out in it too long, everyone knew that. Bodie knew that. He felt the heat across his skin, soaking in, felt it running with his blood. Straight to his core.

Too late to come into the shade now, the damage was done. He had spent his days basking, had turned his face, his body, his world to the glorious shine of it, and now it was his.

Here they lay, tangled together across the bed, and with every movement their skin enflamed each other anew, and the summer night burned slowly through to day.

-- THE END --