Tanya ran some water. The offending leak had disappeared, and so Luke slid out from under the sink. He looked up and beamed at Tanya, his bright white teeth glinting through the dust on his face.
“Well, that seems to be fixed now.” Luke stood up again. “But if you have any more problems, just let me know.” He wiped his hands on his shirt, leaving traces of grease.
“Wonderful.” Tanya passed him a glass of cold, homemade lemonade, which he gratefully accepted and downed in one. As she poured him another, Tanya laughed. “You obviously needed that.”
He drank slower the second time, pausing midway. “I brought a change of clothes for when we have tea. Please can you show me where I can clean up.”
“Sure. If you've finished your drink I'll show you where the bathroom is, so that you can take a shower. And I'll bring you some fresh towels.”
Luke put the glass down and followed Tanya through the narrow hallway and upstairs to the bathroom. His eyes constantly fixated on the way her body moved, with hips that swayed provocatively from side to side. Just a few inches away from his hand, yet out of bounds for him to touch. It was agony for Luke. So near and yet so far
As they passed by a room with the door ajar, Luke glimpsed part of what he reckoned was Tanya's bed. This drove Luke's imagination wild and he barely heard Tanya speak to him.
“ … Wake up, dreamer. I was just pointing out the bathroom to you. And here are your towels.” She smiled and handed Luke a couple of big white fluffy towels. “If you put your top and jeans just outside the door, I'll put them to wash. It's the least I can do, and they'll dry in no time today. And you'll see a laundry basket for dirty towels when you've finished.”