Chapter 111

• We find ourselves in the master bedroom. Conjoined. Kissing softly. Then hard. Then desperately. Then feverishly, clinging to each other like lifelines, then slowly again, gently, deliciously, taking our time. Making it worthwhile.
• Making it last. It is not our first, but it would be in a sense. All the previous times, we had sex under all the lies we told ourselves. But now, we will be making love for the first time. It is heady. It is so singularly delicious that I feel detached from my body.
• As much as I feel in touch with myself in the way he holds me, there is still an element of disbelief, of enchantment that envelopes me. Is this actually real? Did I deserve this much pure undiluted joy? What did I do to deserve it? Is it going to last? Am I going to lose it?