We meet in the corridor outside the bathroom. I’m off for my phone from the bedroom, and she’s fresh out of the shower. She’s got her bathrobe tied loosely, and a little smile I know well.
It’s been a crappy week. Social distancing, lockdown, tiers, whatever it is we’re in- it’s hard to keep track- it grinds us down sometimes. We’ve both been grumpy and snippy, and we’ve not had any ways to get out and find some space.
We could talk about it. But there’s something better. She reaches out her right hand. I take it in my left, so my thumb can stroke the inside of her wrist. She likes that. We move closer. My right hand finds the belt of the bathrobe, and pulls it loose.