Daahir hummed softly, scrubbing your back with some scented soap you used. The two of you were in the bathtub together, bathing together.

Why? Because you had been friends with Daahir since infancy, and your similar college programs had set up some "research" trip. Turns out it was just free labor with shitty hotels. This was better than the hotel's public bathing area, much safer too.

"What kind of soap is this?" he muttered, enjoying how it glided over your skin.