“Lucky you. Five other hot babes willing to bend over for you at the snap of your fingers whenever your actual girlfriend is busy."

I blinked, smirked, and snapped my fingers.

It took Zofi a second, but she grinned, stood up from the loveseat, and promptly bent over at the waist. Her ballerina flexibility made it Look so gracefully effortless as her Legs were ramrod straight although her feet had been split shoulder-width apart, allowing her to smile back at me between her calves.

I mused aloud, "You Know, I don't think we've ever actually had sex in this position before.”

Still upside-down, Zofi thought about that.

“Most of the time I enjoy the intimacy of cuddling with you while we make love. That said, if you ever want to just bend me into various pretzel shapes and have your way with me, I wouldn't mind letting you do that on occasion."

“I definitely want," I stated a little too eagerly.

“But we're getting sidetracked."

I snapped my fingers again, and as if I'd hit an “off” switch, the flexibly slender brunette stood back up and returned to sit beside me.

She giggled and put her hand on my thigh, gently stroking it.

“What I don't understand," I prefaced, “is how Sam got from ‘I don't want to talk to him’ last night to ‘I want him to be my boyfriend’ this morning."

Zofi shrugged.

“Simple. She already wanted you to be her boyfriend from the minute she showed up at my house. Floating on Cloud 9, idly dreaming up children's names, crazy stuff Like that. Now she waffled on that off and on all evening, and didn't want to talk to you last night because she was afraid that as soon as she heard your voice her love for you would burst forth and she'd rush back home to promise you every ounce of her being even thought she was terrified of surrendering that kind of... power... to you, for lack of a better term."

I nodded. "It seems an apt term. Mother kept using it last night as well."

Zofi shrugged again. "I'm sorry that you had such a rough night last night, but I think you can understand why she didn't want to make promises to you she wasn't yet ready to keep.”

“But she's ready to keep them now?"

Zofi smiled.

“She said she wanted to sleep on her decision, so we quietly got each other off, fell asleep in each other's arms, and she woke up pretty early this morning feeling positively effervescent. She hurried over to your house, found you with Belle, and the rest is history."

I nodded slowly, still processing all that. "Can you tell me what her concerns were? Why she wasn't yet ready to keep those kinds of promises?”

Zofi shrugged. "The usual: focused on her career, focused on school, worried you might become clingy or needy or demand certain ‘boyfriend rights' that would force her to choose between you and her goals. Stuff we all knew about for a long time that made her so certain she'd never date you for real until after college."

“But she's ready to risk all that now?"

“Obviously.”

I shook my head slowly. "Why?"

“Because she's terrified of losing you.”

I frowned.