DAISY

The afternoon sun cut through the steam in the master bathroom. I sat on the edge of the large marble tub, my injured ankle resting on a soft towel while the water rushed from the chrome faucet. The heat in the room was thick, sticking to my bare skin and making my breath run slightly shallow.

The door swung open, and Brian walked in wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants. His chest was bare, his skin still showing the faint, light red scratch marks my nails had left there the night before. He carried a bottle of expensive, sandalwood-scented body wash in one hand.

"I told...