After she lunged at me in the corridor to kiss me almost unconscious, I slept with her more gently and slowly than ever before. Since then I've spent every night in her sleeping quarters. I've held her in my arms and worshiped every inch of her skin with my fingertips, reveling in this new privilege that was so unexpectedly bestowed on me. And yet she doesn't believe me? Once again, I wonder what's going on in her pretty head.