I just got back from a swim. Now it’s time for a shower

Salt water still clings to her skin, tracing thin lines down her collarbone as she peels the swimsuit straps from her shoulders. The fabric leaves faint red marks where it pressed all afternoon, and she runs her thumb along one absently.

Steam begins filling the bathroom, fogging the mirror before she even steps in. She tilts her head back under the spray, letting warm water cut through the cold that settled into her muscles at the shore.

Wet hair plasters against her neck and chest. She turns slowly, eyes half-closed, palms flat against the tile — taking her time, in no hurry to be dry again.