"They're like rings on a tree," she mused, pulling on a light linen robe.
"Maybe," Jack said, walking over to press a hand against the warm skin of her shoulder. "But then you’d lose the evidence of that Saturday we spent planting the hydrangeas. Or the afternoon you fell asleep in the hammock reading that mystery novel."
Evelyn stood before the bathroom mirror, the steam from her shower slowly clearing. She traced the sharp, pale line across her shoulder with a finger, a stark contrast to the deep, golden bronze of her arm. To anyone else, it was just an uneven tan from a gardening top, but to Evelyn, it was a roadmap.
"They're like rings on a tree," she mused, pulling on a light linen robe.
"Maybe," Jack said, walking over to press a hand against the warm skin of her shoulder. "But then you’d lose the evidence of that Saturday we spent planting the hydrangeas. Or the afternoon you fell asleep in the hammock reading that mystery novel." mature tan lines
Evelyn stood before the bathroom mirror, the steam from her shower slowly clearing. She traced the sharp, pale line across her shoulder with a finger, a stark contrast to the deep, golden bronze of her arm. To anyone else, it was just an uneven tan from a gardening top, but to Evelyn, it was a roadmap. "They're like rings on a tree," she mused,