She walks naked into the kitchen. When she returns with two glasses of water, he notices that one of her breasts is slightly larger than the other, and her green eyes carry a shimmer in the half dark. She sits on the bed and hands him his water, and they look at each other for a bit, saying nothing. “I like how considerate you are,” she says. “When?” “In general,” she says, “but in bed too. You listened to my body. A lot of guys don’t do that.” “You’ve had a lot of guys?” “For sure,” she says easily. “You?” “Guys? No. But women, yeah.” “So we won’t judge each other’s histories.” “Nothing good
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