"Show me," she whispers, turning in his arms until her back is against his chest, rubbing against him like an affectionate cat. Her hands rise to weave in his hair, the curve of her bum nestled against his hips. The water makes her lighter than ever, easy just to pick up and put her where he wants her.

He can't tell her what she wants to hear. She thinks maybe she can feel it in his touch. If she closes her eyes and lets the rest of the bullshit fall away.