A foreign scent lifts from our
skin. After-sex perfume.
Not altogether unpleasant.
Eventually he says, We should
probably clean up. Ever
showered with a guy before?
For some crazy reason,
embarrassment attacks.
I’ve just gone all the way. And
suddenly I’m worried about him
seeing my naked body? “Never.”
Whether it’s the tone of my
voice or the look on my face,
he grins. First time for everything.
The sheets are a mess, and I
am compelled to strip them
immediately. Hope OxyClean
can handle it. Meanwhile,
Bryce has started the shower.
By the time I get there,
the bathroom is rain-forest
steamy. We step into the shower
together. Hot water streams
over my bruised, used body.
Bryce picks up the soap.
You wash my back and I’ll
wash yours. He washes more
than my back. And I do
the same for him. It’s all so
decadent, all so someone