of enveloping himself in the towel, he puts it around my shoulders instead. Slowly, sensuously, he dries me off, pausing at my breasts, my nipples, and the smooth expanse of my belly. I think I can fall in love with this man. “Come on,” he says, “sleep with me tonight. I could use the company. Nothing will happen, and that is a firm promise. It will just be togetherness.”