She slept with him on the fourth date. It felt right in the moment. The chemistry had been building for weeks, the tension was delicious, and she was tired of playing by rules that felt outdated and disempowering. She was a modern woman. She knew what she wanted. So she went home with him, and the night was good, and she woke up the next morning feeling a mix of satisfaction and quiet unease. She did not know what they were to each other. She did not know if this meant they were exclusive, or heading that way, or if it meant nothing at all. She did not know how to ask without sounding clingy or demanding. So she said nothing. And the silence around the sex became the template for the rest of the relationship. They had physical intimacy but no verbal intimacy. They knew each other's bodies but not each other's expectations, histories, or hearts.