“What else to I want?” He asked her. He flung the med pack over his shoulder and smiled a little “You already did the math, and you’ve already set your comfortable distance.” He moved closer, a few steps, the grin on his face “I appreciate you being sorry…I really do. They say sex helps with the grieving process, and you look like you have a lot to work with to help me process…” He took another step to her. His eyes were a little off, like they were eyeing her as a meal. Which was okay by Charlie, because that was exactly what she was.<br/><br/>“I think you’ll feel less sorry for yourself when you realize that a man who hasn’t seen a woman in two years…wasn’t able to even hold the hope for seeing a woman, has now noticed you. Noticed you in a way that men with too much on their minds never will. No bills…no law…no job…just me, and you.” He held his arm out and dropped the bag on the sand “and all the time in the world”. Before she could start to run, he’d already brushed his body against hers to knock her down. He looked down at her and smiled “We’re going to have some fun”<br/>