With an agreement to both soak, Andy gets off the couch first.
"I will get the water running," Andy offers, already making his way towards the bathroom. I watch him go, a soft smile playing at the corners of my lips as I follow suit, shedding my outer layers of clothing along the way.
The bathroom is bathed in a warm, golden glow as I step inside, the soft light casting a gentle hue over the tiled floors and marble countertops. The sound of running water fills the air, a soothing melody that promises relaxation and renewal.
As Andy kneels by the tub, his focused gaze fixed on adjusting the water temperature, I find myself mesmerized by the sight before me. The soft glow of the bathroom lights casts a warm hue over his features, accentuating the contours of his face and the strength of
