She just barely caught herself before she fell forward; her hands caught on the rough bark of a fat, elderly tree just a few paces from the riverbed. Her breath tangling in her throat, her hands scrambling for purchase on the board face of the trunk, it took her a moment to right herself. She drew a breath in relief when she finally slowed her forward momentum, only to lose it the next moment when she raised her eyes to the horizon, and saw Bellamy standing on the riverbank, wet, naked, gleaming.

Wholly beautiful.