ARIA

The shower is the first thing I do after the day’s weight finally lifts.

Hot water pounds my shoulders as I rub them with my jasmine body wash. I stand under the rainfall head until my skin turns pink, letting the heat soak into every sore muscle

I step out, towel off, and slip into the emerald silk satin nightdress I bought recently. The fabric is cool and slippery, clinging to every curve, the neckline plunging so low my nipples are barely covered, the hem barely ...