murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

Tokyo to live with me, the way I suggested before?"
"Oh, Toru, thank you. I'm so happy that you would ask me to do
something like that!"
"It's not that I think there's anything wrong with this place," I said.
"It's quiet, the surroundings are perfect, and Reiko is a wonderful
person. But it's not a place to stay for a long time. It's too specialized
for a long stay. The longer you're here, I'm sure, the harder it is to
leave."
Instead of answering, Naoko turned her gaze to the outside. Beyond
the window, there was nothing to see but snow. Snow clouds hung
low and heavy in the sky, with only the smallest gap between them
and the snow-covered earth.
"Take your time, think it over," I said. "Whatever happens, I'm going
to move by the end of March. Any time you decide you want to join
me, you can come."
Naoko nodded. I wrapped my arms around her as carefully as if I had
been holding a work of art delicately fashioned from glass. She put
her arms around my neck. I was naked, and she wore only the
skimpiest white underwear. Her body was so beautiful, I could have
enjoyed looking at it all day.
"Why don't I get wet?" Naoko murmured. "That one time was the only
time it ever happened. The day of my twentieth birthday, that April.
The night you held me in your arms. What is wrong with me?"
"It's strictly psychological, I'm sure," I said. "Give it time. There's no
hurry."
"All of my problems are strictly psychological," said Naoko. "What if
I never get better? What if I can never have sex for the rest of my life?
Can you keep loving me just the same? Will hands and lips always be
enough for you? Or will you solve the sex problem by sleeping with
other girls?"
"I'm a born optimist," I said.
Naoko sat up in bed and slipped on a T-shirt. She put a flannel shirt
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