"I did, didn't I?" I agreed, my voice caught in my throat. There was a pointed way he looked at me, the way he touched me, and my heart seemed to stutter in my chest in anticipation.

Neither of us had been particularly skilled at this, in our time together in Italy, but since that time, he had long surpassed me in skill. It was strange to think that all that practice had happened with me present, whether some other version of me or if it was a gap in my memory I'd never fill. Whatever the reason, I was greedy to reap the benefits.