Her tone of voice stilled his actions against the column of her throat but he didn\'t do as she said immediately, instead taking a moment to get himself under control. He swallowed and she would likely hear the grating of it, even over the sound of the whispering waves, for it was right by her ear and there felt to be a lump the size of an apple in his throat.
After a few moments he allowed her to slide to the sand in a controlled manner, his hands coming to rest on her waist and his head bowed as it had been when he\'d been nibbling at her neck. She was in his peripheral vision but he couldn\'t bear to make eye contact yet, too embarrassed by how easily he\'d got carried away, by his body\'s quickening. He was being ridiculous and they both knew it; only it had taken her saying something for it to stop.
"I\'m sorry," he eventually whispered, his voice hoarse. Whether she heard him or not was uncertain, but the words gave him the strength to break away from her and go to collect his shoes and one of the socks that had tumbled out and begun to blow away. When he returned to her side, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing from her towards the car they\'d been slowly making their way back to.
"I should take you home," he said sadly and he thought of Ben, back at the Chambers, possibly waiting for him, most likely away doing his own thing as he usually did. Shame swelled and he focussed on it, trying his best to exaggerate it so that it wouldn\'t easily be forgotten. Jenna shouldn\'t be the one pushing him away; he should have the ability to hold himself back, for Ben\'s sake if no-one else\'s.