he said. “And we do it so well,” she said. They lay a while side by side, luxuriating in the peace, holding hands. Then he led her to the bathroom saying, “Come with me.” They showered together, soaping one another, and again grew aroused so that they had to make love even more passionately than before. He had her against the shower wall with the water trumpeting on his shoulders and streaming down over her breasts to run between them in a soapy river. He finally had her wishing she never had to leave. As she toweled dry he said from behind her, “Why don't you move in with me?” Her hands froze. “I didn't mean to leave you speechless. I know it's too soon, and a bathroom isn't the most romantic place in the world to propose a living arrangement, and I can't explain this, but I do know I'm in love with you.” She covered her face with the towel to buy time. “You don't have to answer now. Maybe you need to think about it . . .” “Mitchell . . . I . . .” “All right, I know it's nuts.
