The bathwater steamed as it filled the oversized tub, a lazy swirl of lavender bubbles curling across the surface. Dim light glowed from the vanity. One candle. Nina had lit it without thinking-an old habit from when she used to draw baths just for herself.
Tonight, it wasn't just hers.
Behind her, Malcolm undressed quietly, the soft rustle of clothing replaced by the subtle creak of his knees as he stepped into the water.
She didn't turn around.
She didn't have to.
He settled in behind her, the water rising as his strong frame submerged. Then his thighs spread, and she slid between them, back to his chest.
He didn't say a word.
Just the sound of steam and breath, and the rhythmic drip of a faucet that needed fixing.
Nina leaned back until her head rested on his shoulder.
He exhal
