My Lifetime

He’s closed his eyes, and water’s dripping from his hair all over his chest. I see his tattoos, the ones I’ve seen only partly are now at full display. There’s the dragon I saw that time at Aaron’s and I see branches of a tree that are drawn on the skin above his ribs.

They continue to the back, and then the tree goes even lower on his torso, but the rest is under the soapy water. I avert my eyes and turn my back on him before he’s seen me checking him out like an idiot. Like last time.

I know tattoos are something special to people who have them; I mean, that’s not always true for everyone, but I somehow know a little about Nathan to know by now that’s not the case with him and they are likely something important.

And I don’t want to be sticking my nose where it shouldn’t be, so I only say.

“Yes?”

I lean against the wall of the bath and I hear him say behind me.

“Why haven’t you asked me?”

“About?”

“What exactly happened back in England. “

I relax against the thin wall, separatin