him in the most important ways, but also so unlike him in even more important ways. Those lips! Eyes that seemed curiously softer. Legs like his, but somehow, gloriously different. Breasts! Curves from shoulder to feet that, to this day, still make men sigh. And she was his, as he was hers. What made this moment especially powerful, momentous, enthralling? There was no Holly, Shanice, or Sofia. There was just Eve. Adam couldn’t compare Eve’s back to Camila’s, or Eve’s legs to Emma’s. He couldn’t