while i was at it , i traded my pajama pants for gym shorts . whatever you choose , you will always wonder about the path not taken . and the memory of how her little body felt beneath his , of his face buried between her breasts , breathing her in , of her hands in his hair , legs around his waist ... `` what you do with your career is your choice , '' she said , her voice softer now . he flushed the toilet and then turned on the water at the sink . 