"They're not all as good looking as you," she says, and it's part tease, but it's mostly true because, God, she still can't believe her luck, sometimes. She still thinks about that first time she saw him, when he walked into her dorm room like he belonged there, and later, sitting on the floor of the lounge at il Bastone, and how she'd felt seeing his bare feet. She leans in, her tits swaying forward, keeps the movement going until his nose is almost pressed between them.