The phone is facedown. It rattles against the tile. I wait until it stops. I don't check who it is. The mirror gives me someone half a second late. He lifts his head after I lift mine. My hand slips under the waistband, then stops like someone caught me. Nobody did. I caught myself. I caught myself. I let myself. I let myself. The counter chills my stomach. My breath clouds up the glass. One hand grips the sink. The other moves beneath my briefs. I feel my shoulders tighten. I catch a sound between my teeth. I lift my chin. My eyes stay there. I let myself. I caught myself. I let myself. The first time I said what I wanted out loud, I was by myself and still looked around. Nobody turned. My face goes hot. I say it again. I caught myself. I caught myself. I let myself. I let myself. My fingers loosen on the sink. I let the sound come out of me. It hangs there in the empty room. I don't swallow it back. The phone lights up again. I let it. In the glass, he finally moves when I move.
