“Is the water warm enough for you?”

A joke, of sorts. The water’s molten hot, boiling. But, you don’t seem to mind, and neither does she.

Sinking into the soapy bubbles, her arms splay against the porcelain rim of the hot tub. Locs wet and heavy, soaked to her scalp, baby hairs sticking to her forehead. Legs spreading to make room for you to wade between.

“Are you gonna sit, or just stand there and stare at me?”