Next morning I went up to her room, tapped at her door, went in. The room was warm. She was still asleep, lightly covered in her white sheet, bare arms above her head. I could see the short whisps of hairs under her arms, the room bright with morning sunshine. She just lay there with her eyes closed.

“I wanted to apologize about yesterday.”

“S’ok.” She yawned and stretched, letting the sheet fall off her front as she sat herself up in the bed, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. The sheet bunching up around her hips as she scooched back and I could see her from the...