Spicy Hot
Hot water begins to fall, creating steam, fogging the mirrors.
I watch her. I can't help it. She stands under the water, head tilted back, eyes closed, her hair darkening, sticking to her nape, her shoulders. Water streams over her breasts, follows the curve of her waist, disappears between her thighs.
I join her.
The water is scalding, perfect. I position myself behind her, my hands on her hips, my body against her back. She lets herself be held, leans against me, her head resting in the hollow of my shoulder.