She never knew.

She knew only that she was leaning against him and that the easement and soothing rest were very good.

Perhaps it had been the boat's fault, but she made no effort to retrieve it.

She leaned lightly against his shoulder, but she leaned, and she continued to lean when he shifted his position to make it more comfortable for her.
It was a madness, but she refused to consider the madness.

She was no longer herself but a woman, with a woman's clinging need; and though she leaned ever so lightly, the need seemed satisfied.