Then he said, “I’ve heard that women sometimes get attached to their first lovers.” She made a face. “I shouldn’t have been holding you so tightly.” “It’s all right.” He reached for her hand, binding them again. She was an intriguing girl. “It felt nice.” She smiled. “For me, too.” “What should we do now that you’ve been officially deflowered? Do you want to bathe together?” “That sounds wonderful. The tub is certainly big enough for two.” “Then let’s use it, shall we?” He stood up. As she climbed out of the covers, he admired her. With her bedroom-blonde hair, she looked delicately tousled. “You’re fetching.” “Thank you.” He was glad that she accepted the compliment without making reference to her genuine appearance. It made the lie he was keeping less troublesome. He filled the tub, and they stepped in. She nestled between his legs and leaned back against him. He put his arms around her. It seemed like the natural thing to do. “Why weren’t you the marrying kind when you were mortal?”
