Heat
I cross the threshold of my bedroom, listening to the water running in the bathroom. There are shuffling sounds in the room, but nothing else. I don’t know what I expected to hear coming in here, but it doesn’t matter. I walk to the bathroom door and look inside. Jaylene is kneeling on the floor, hovering over the side of the bathtub. She’s checking the temperature of the water. I notice a washcloth on the side of the tub, along with a bottle of bubble bath. Now I’m not really into baths; I prefer showers. I suppose it makes sense that she actually drew me a bath, since I hadn’t specified. Maybe I can use this to my advantage if I play it right. I walk into the bathroom and clear my throat. I watch her body tense up for a few seconds before she continues what she was doing. Jaylene d
- Yazar
