As Eve stared across the table at Adam, she realized, that she didn’t really love him. Sure he was good looking, incredibly toned. He could carry things all over Eden. But his abdomen was misshapen from where he was missing a rib. And there was that little bobble in his throat that didn’t exist in hers. And he always wore the same things. He didn’t have any good clothes, just this haphazardly thrown over himself to hide his private parts.

It’s just the idea of loneliness hit hard. She would be in this garden for centuries, maybe millennia, maybe eternity. Just her and Adam and the animals. And God jumping in every once in a while with some sort of weird rule about trees or fruit or hygiene.

She was in love with the idea of not being alone, more than she was in love with Adam. She thought she might be in love with some other type of guy more than she loved do golden follow all the rules Adam. We have to stay in the garden. You can’t eat the apples. That tree is bad. Don’t talk to the snake. I mean, honestly, what else is she supposed to do in this place.

She figured if she ever got truly bored, or truly sick of Adam. She knew how to escape. She could gain knowledge, see what was in the world beyond, with one tiny bite, from one small apple, from one tree in the garden. The snake had told her so. And she trusted the snake, because the snake seemed like fun.