Their bodies were far too close for comfort now. Steam coiled around them like lazy spirits, curling from the bath's surface in thick ribbons that clung to bare skin. The room was dim, the only light flickering from a single crystal lamp on the far wall—its glow soft, amber, dancing over the walls like liquid gold. The scent of the heated herbal oils floated between them—lavender, chamomile, something darker and spicier Sylvaris couldn't name. It made the room feel more intimate than it had any right to be.
Water lapped gently at the stone edges, sloshing just enough to break the silence, and somewhere beneath the surface, his cock was standing at full attention like a loyal soldier waiting for orders. He tried not to look, tried not to think about it, but fuck, her presence was suffocating. Not in a bad way. In the way that made his skin ache to touch hers. Too close. Too soft. Too real.
