Lilywrites one.

Samantha asked me to write one of these. So.

I'm in the bath. The water's hot. The track is on loop, the second one, the one she doesn't know I keep going back to. The headphones are on the edge of the bath. The cable runs over the side and into my phone on the floor.

She came in without knocking. She always does.

She sat on the edge, barefoot on the wet tile. I took one of the earbuds out and held it out to her. She put it in. We didn't say anything. The track restarted on its own.

My foot was just above the water. Her hand was on the edge of the bath, near it. Not touching. Close enough that I could feel where her skin was.

Something happens in the second chorus that I can't write down. I've heard it forty times now. It still does it.

When the song ended she gave me back the earbud, stood up, walked out. Didn't turn around. The wet footprints went down the corridor and stopped at the studio door.

I'm finishing this in the same bath. The water has gone cold and I haven't moved. - L

She did write one. I didn't think she would. - S