Bending over, she picks up her shirt and bra off the floor. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you. It was surprisingly…” “Amazing?” I offer. “Out of this world?” “Not weird.” She chews on her bottom lip, pondering. “Comfortable.” I try not to take offense, but it’s like telling a blind person to look at a rainbow. “You just came all over my face…and it was comfortable?”
