THE UNSPOKEN NIGHT
"Like what you see?" I ask, voice low. "Love what I see," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm showering." I warn. "Why is it always 'What are you doing here in my house or in my shower?' and not 'Hey, how are you?" She teases getting closer, -Don't you enjoy my company?" My grip on the soap tightens. "Good. No...