he props his arms up on the railing and leans his head against his hands . she rose on tiptoes , running fingers through his short hair , kissing him as though she could n't get enough . as if she was n't already tempted enough around him . he shut the doors behind us , but there was no way to lock them . by the morning of the fifth day , he had to have the windows completely covered . here , the man , take the rest of my bread . he would have called me by now . '' 