The Bohemian excerpt: Next, I felt arms as slender and sinuous as Ursula’s, snaking around my neck and slithering to my chest. In my preoccupation, I failed to hear Nina roll off the bed and steal up from behind me, yet there she was, her chin resting on my shoulder and whispering in my ear: “Why the consternation, Mitch? Girls will be girls.”
“Is that so,” I said, with more scorn than intended. It led Nina to intone, “Yes, Mitch, and should it evolve into more than that—if Gabby and Ursula feel driven to discover one another beyond ‘girls being girls’—would it be so terrible? The last I heard, you and Gabby were hardly sharing what anyone would describe as a compulsory marriage, so whatever occurs between Gabby and Ursula, or, for that matter, you and I, if it can serve to take intimacy already dazzling to new heights, then I respectfully submit, what’s wrong with that?”
Although a bit “sideways,” as one might be inclined to describe her perspective, there was rationality to Nina’s reasoning that should have resonated better than it had. Was I becoming, dare I admit, old-fashioned? Had I evolved into the sort of man who would deny his wife freedoms similar to the one I recently was granted with Nina or was long ago forgiven for with Molly? It bothered me to think of myself in that light.
“Here,” said Nina. She handed back the reading material I allowed her to preview. “The words rival the experience; they leave me feeling fulfilled yet wanting more. I can feel proud that I was part of what happened between us last night and that it compelled you to express it as beautifully as you have. I cannot imagine my biography in more capable hands.”
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