Page 69 of Sweet Oblivion

Ryker

Oh yeah? You and Tori chillin’ on the couch?

Delaney

Nope. Tori might be on the couch, but I’m soaking in the tub. My body hurts from the long day at the shop today. I’m not sure I ever sat down.

Ryker

You’re in the tub?

Delaney

That’s generally where people take baths, Ryker. I really don’t fit in the kitchen sink. How was your flight?

Ryker

Nope. Don’t change the subject. I’m still focused on you in the tub.

Delaney

Ryker . . .

Ryker

It’s only fair. You saw me in the shower. I should get to see you in the tub.

Delaney

Well, you’re not here to see it, so your loss.

It certainlyfucking is.

Ryker

Have you thought about last weekend, Lane?

Delaney

Which part?

Ryker

All of it.

I should have asked her days ago. Should have talked to her about what happened. But she needed space, and I tried to respect her enough to give her that. Now I’m like a horny fucking twelve-year-old, picturing what her perfect body looks like under inches of green-apple-scented bubbles. Her hair up on top of her head, damp and falling around her face. Her skin pink from the warm water. Maybe that little white wooden tub shelf she has going across the tub, a candle lit, and her Kindle propped up on it. And I’m pretending I have any control left.

Delaney

Maybe.

Not a bad answer.

Ryker

Maybe the offer still stands.

Delaney