Only time would tell whether it was a stupid idea to bring her phone to the bathtub, but once she was seated in hot soapy bubbles, she reached for it.
Inspired by the book she’d read and one of Alex’s earlier messages that she should feel happy to send him a naked picture, she decided to search for the middle ground.
After overthinking the placement of the bubbles a million times, she took a snap she hoped he’d like. One of her feet rested on the tap, showing wet skin and burgundy toenails. The other knee was bent, her foot flat on the tub floor. A candle burned, making the whole image look a little sultry, and, she hoped, evocative.
Checking the image, she made sure nothing either identifying or mortifying was showing. Happy with the final product she sent it to him and attached a note.
The perfect end to a challenging day. Thinking of you. Zx
p.s. Planning an early night so I can face tomorrow.
Zoe placed her phone on the small table next to the tub and let the water ease her sore body. She knew that with enough practise, playing all day wouldn’t ache as much.
Once the water had begun to cool, Zoe climbed out, dried herself off, and wrapped herself up in pyjamas. And as she finally sunk into the comfort of her bed, let out an audible groan of relief.