With her entrance into this tiny room where there’s little to no space to keep our distance from each other, the effort she did to not make it awkward for us earlier suddenly jumped into more than that.
A while later, amidst the sound of running water coming out of the shower head as well as the light humming coming from the steaming tub, I found myself sitting down on a small stool while facing the wall.
Behind me, I could sense Auntie Yayoi squeezing the water out of the warm towel she just used to scrub my back.
As she said, she asked me to let her wash it…
The drizzling sound of water, however, never felt so slow before as though time suddenly slowed down.
Honestly, despite my experiences with different women, I couldn’t wrap my head around the reason for Auntie Yayoi to do this.
Ah. No. I understood a part of it. It’s just too sudden.