Silk sheets! I knew Pablo was a player. I knew he would smash my heart into smithereens. The second I saw red silk across his double bed, I knew I had to.

I liked Juan, as a person, more. But his bed was single occupancy, cheaply attired; 

Could I be blamed for wanting one comfortable night…?

I noticed the silk on my bare bottom first. The frictionless slide as Pablo pulled my legs up. My back slid along the sheets like skates on ice. Would my juices stain silk?

Whatever. 

My knees and elbows yearned for silk sheets ever after.