The first time they went to bed he entered the room and she said, “You’re wearing a different watch.”
He glanced at it, as if seeing the black rubber thing on his wrist for the first time. “It’s my night watch,” he said tentatively.
“You change watches before going to bed?”
“Yes. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and want to know what time it is. This one has a very bright dial.”
“Why?”
Looking at her dark nail polish, he wished they weren’t having this conversation. “Why do I want to know what time it is?”
“Yes.” She was smiling at him. Not with him— at him.
A moment ago things were sexy. Now they were funny. He was hoping a quick right answer would make things sexy again. “I don’t know. To see how much more time I have left to sleep.”
Her smile grew to the size of a frisbee. “I like you.”
The gravity he was used to had disappeared altogether from the room. He was drifting in her outer space and didn’t know how to maneuver in it. “Is that good?”
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