She settles into his chest, the bathwater rising around her collarbone. He strokes her arms, her thighs, reaches below the water and rests his fingers on her hips, tapping. It’s her decision. She rolls over, rests her breasts against him, kissing his neck below the scar. He wraps his arms around her, satisfied with her gesture. They’ll make it another day.
READER
Caucasian female, early 40s, with short strawberry blond hair, wearing simple silver stud in left nostril, long green coat, and crushed velvet scarf, carrying teal umbrella.
Not That Kind of Girl
Catherine Alliott
(Headline Book Publishing, 2005)
p 166