"So, you don't remember much of anything?" I asked her one night, staring at the ceiling fan overhead. She pulled herself closer to me, putting her head into my armpit, smelling my skin.

"You smell good," she said.

"Good thing I took a shower today. I try to do that, you know," I responded, patting her on the butt. She moved even closer, throwing her leg over mine, sighing, closing her eyes.