Glistening soapy-white bubbles generated by a softly humming motor and multiplying quickly, rose and spilled over the rim of the spa bath. Sarah Collins laid her head against Sam Rose’s shoulder, nestled in closer to him, and murmured softly, “Mmm… this is nice.”
Sam pulled her closer to him and kissed the top of her head.
Sarah reached to the edge of the spa, where two glasses of wine sat amidst the bubbles flowing gently over the side. She passed Sam his glass, raised her own and lightly touched it against Sam’s. “This is such a lovely way to end what has been a wonderful day,” Sarah smiled. “What is it about a bubble bath that’s so nice?”
Sam shrugged. “You can fart and no one knows?”
Sarah laughed. She turned her head and looked up at him. “You didn’t… did you?”
“No, I didn’t, but
