Luna: Sounds like you need confession.
Thor: Nah. I really like you, Luna. So I’m pretty sure these thoughts are God-approved.
Luna: You do? But you barely know me.
Thor: And the more I do, the more I like.
Luna: Tell me one thing you like about me.
Thor: I like that you garden. Do you talk to your plants, or nah?
Luna: Sometimes. If you speak nicely, they grow better.
Feeling bold, I snap a quick photo — just my toes peeking out from the bubbles — and hit send.
Thor: Jesus, Luna. You’re killing me…
Luna: With just my toes? You’re easy.
Thor: Immaculate toes. You ever thought about doing OnlyFeet? Word is you can make a killing.
Luna: Lol. I’ll look into it.
Thor: So is the tub a nightly thing, or just something special for me?
Luna: Let’s be clear, Thor — you texted me. But fine, yes. I like hot baths. You?
Thor: You need company or something?
Luna: How about a photo instead of what I’m missing?
Thor: Haven’t you stared at the last one enough?
Luna: Maybe I’d like something more. And when I say maybe… I mean I absolutely would.
There’s a pause. My heart beats a little faster.
Thor: Fine. Since you asked so nicely…
A photo comes through.
I bite my lip as I open it. He’s reclined on a dark gray couch, the warm light casting shadows over his sculpted abs and the strong cut of his shoulders. The camera angle’s just high enough that I still can’t see his face, but low enough that I get a peek of the waistband of his boxers, riding low on his hips. The definition in his arms alone could have me writing sonnets. Or losing all sense of shame.
Thor: This better hold you over.
Luna: You're cruel.
Thor: You’re insatiable.
The bubbles around me shift slightly as I stretch my legs, one thigh slipping out above the waterline. An idea hits me, bold as the wine humming in my bloodstream. I lift my phone, angle it just right, and snap a shot — one long, wet leg arched out of the bath, bubbles clinging to my skin. The edge of my thigh is nearly fully exposed.
I send it. Just that. No caption. Let it speak for itself.
The typing dots appear immediately.
Then they stop.
Then start again.
