The Bench

With her head pressed against the tile, Tym bowed beneath the pulsating jets. The boiling hot water showered her as she worked the kinks out of her neck and tried her best to relax. Though the steam clouded the glass door, she could still see him drying off. Her mind wondered as she watched him use her lotion to seal in the moisture of his damp skin. Just minutes before, they shared the serenity of her shower. Rinsing away his sweat on her and lathering away her scent on him. Closed-in together, intimate. These were the moments she most enjoyed. “Just them” moments when she was his and he was hers. But those moments were few and far between now. With the confirmation hearing fast approaching, their alone time was lessened, becoming more and more press time, hearing prep time, meet and greet time, and her least favorite time, family time. Afterall, he was married with three small children and family time rarely included her. Tym was right hand. His legal mind and confidante. She had his ear. He had her heart. And though she had unlimited access to him, precious little of it was spent alone lately. Her shower was their refuge until his cell phone rang, pulling him away, leaving her alone, watching him from the distance, separated only by glass, yet still out of reach.