Were these telltale signs subconscious confessions or purposeful taunts? For me to know about, but not witness? Never a word, and I didn’t ask. Full, soft lips over aroused nipples left streaks of glossy scarlet. Her fragrance lingered when we made love. As I penetrated, I entertained vivid images of delicate hands gripping her waist, a gentle tongue flicking where I thrust. Echoes of her name, even though she moaned mine. Then one night, the traces vanished, and she was exclusively mine again, in a way she hadn’t been.