Steam curled into the air as I slid into the jacuzzi, the warm water easing the tension in my muscles. I let out a slow exhale, leaning my head back against the edge, the soft hum of the jets filling the space around us. The glow from the bathroom's dim lighting cast everything in a soft, golden haze, making the moment feel even more surreal—like we were caught in a world separate from reality.
Mark stepped in a moment later, his movements unhurried and deliberate, his gaze flickering toward mine as he sank into the water across from me. His hair was slightly damp from the steam, his skin gleaming under the soft light, and something about seeing him like this—completely at ease, removed from the world outside this suite—made my chest tighten in a way I didn't want to think about.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
