“Well?” She leans on the handle of the push broom, grinning at me. Her skin glows with a light sheen of sweat. She looks tired, but the happy kind of tired, the energized kind. My work gloves still cover her hands, and I like seeing them there, touching her skin. Something about her sets off a series of connected reactions in me, spanning the distance from anger to attraction. Turns out, those two are closer in proximity to one another than I ever thought. “It’s fine.” “I think you need to refresh your vocabulary. The word fine is so … overused.” I grunt at this. No need to use words at all.
