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turned off the bedroom light, then crawled up on the bed next to her. I poured oil into my hands, set the stopped bottle on the nightstand, and then began massaging her back.
    I had to admit. She had a nice figure. I hadn't paid attention to her like this before, but now I couldn't help it, with her naked body lying on the bed next to me.
    "You aren't talking," Alex said. "And I get the impression you haven't done this before."
    "I have," I told her. "Just not to a woman before."
    "Make sure you get the large muscles across the lower back."
    "I don't know what you want me to talk about."
    "I don't care," she said. "Anything that helps me get to know you better. Talk about something you love, or where you grew up, or what you like to do. Anything."
    "Growing up," I told her. "I spent a lot of time at my grandparent's cabin."
    "I'd love to hear about it," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this now, so don't expect any more responses." I watched as she settled further into the bed.
    I talked about the cabin, about growing up and learning to fish. I gave her the best massage I knew how. Alex moaned appreciably from time to time. Still, I'd done everything I could to her back and only consumed half the time she'd ordered.
    I leaned over her and said, "Do you want me to stick to your back?"
    "Do whatever you would like if I were massaging you," she said quietly.
    So I massaged her scalp for a few minutes, then moved down to her feet and worked my way up her legs. With five minutes left, there was only one part of her I hadn't massaged, her butt. I stared at it, wondering if she expected me t o, then skipped over it and went to her lower back, working the deep muscles for the last few minutes until ten.
    The clocked turned ten just as I finished a story about snowmobiling in the winter.
    I leaned over her and whispered, "Ten o'clock." She didn't say anything. I got up from the bed, put the oil away, turned out the lights, then crawled into bed with her, pulling the covers up over both of us and putting some distance between our bodies. We both lied there in the dark for a while, me too nervous to move. Then slowly she rolled over to face me.
    "Thank you," she said. "That was very nice."
    "You're welcome."
    "Did you think about my ass?"
    I laughed nervously. "Yes."
    I heard the smile in her voice as she asked, "Did you think about massaging it?"
    "Yes."
    "Touching my ass won't make you gay."
    I laughed again.
    "Sleeping naked with me will."
    I turned to face her. "I'm not afraid of gay germs," I told her. It was her turn to laugh.
    She moved away from me a little bit. "Roll over and back up into me," she said. "I want to cuddle, but if you can't sleep, you can move away from me in a while."
    So I did. She slipped one arm underneath my head and the other she threw over me, pulling me against her. We rearranged pillows and covers, and I felt her breath on the back of my neck.
    It seemed like she fell asleep not too long after that. I lied there for a while, considering the situation.
    She hadn't been a bitch. Not even a little bit.
    Eventually I slept.

Morning (Alex)
    I woke sometime in the middle of the night, surprised for a moment to find a strange woman in bed with me. I hadn't shared my bed with anyone in some time. We were spooning. I woke a little further and remembered it was Melissa.
    She hadn't moved away.
    I snuggled in and fell back asleep
    * * *
    By morning we had separated. When I woke, she was lying there stiffly.
    "Are you awake?" I asked her softly.
    "Yes," she said. "I don't know what I am supposed to do."
    I reached over and touched her arm. She almost pulled away, then willed herself to hold still.
    "You're waiting for the other shoe to fall, aren't you?"
    "Yes."
    "It won't be this morning." I rolled over and looked at the clock. "We're going to cuddle for five minutes then we need to get up."
    And with that, I snuggled up next to her. She was on the edge of the bed, practically falling off, trying to be as far away