I was reading too much into it. It was Emily. Ems. My friend. Truth be told, my best friend. She wouldn’t want anything like that. Would she? No, of...course, she wouldn’t. Not Ems.She helped me carry my bags up to my room, where I dumped everything on the bed.“You’re not unpacking.”I shrugged.“The longer you leave it, the worse it’ll get.”“It’s just unpacking. All I’ve got to do is throw a few things in the wash. Most of what’s in there is going with me to Westmouth anyway, so it’ll only have to. I don't care." ..."Awww… What an unpleasant person. I sat as far from him as I could and placed my book on my knees. That wasn't part of my plan, and I didn't know what to do anymore. I hoped this guy would leave soon.The next thirty minutes were not that fun. I slowly read my book while my neighbor was doing I don't know what. I didn't like his presence. It was annoying not to be able to understand what people so close to me were doing. It was as if I felt his negative energy crawling on my. And our eyes met. She was listening to every word, attentively, appreciatively, almost devouring like a gourmet,And everything else ceased for me.Hand painted saree d****d in a careful carelessness, a kutchi heavily embroidered choli barely able to hold her voluptuous assets, a bindi on her forehead, but no sindoor, no mangal sutra.And we were alone immediately (actually after 45 minutes) sharing Masala chai, from authentic kulhads in an ethnic tea shop. And before I could ask who she is, she. I turned and waded into the water. It was hotter than a typical bath but not unbearable, so I lowered myself in and settled myself against a smooth rock. When I looked up again the guy was still standing there, frozen in place. “Really, I can come back later,” he said. “Don’t be silly,” I said. “You have as much right to be here as I do. I don’t mind your seeing me naked if you don’t mind my seeing you.”I looked at him steadily. He looked to be just under six feet tall, with brown eyes and.