Beauty stepped out of the steamy bathroom, her pink towel was wrapped around her bosom as beads of warm water still glistened on her bare shoulders.

Her damp hair clung in soft waves to her neck as she tiptoed towards the dresser, where Bruno had placed the gift boxes he had gotten for her.

She had yet to check what was in those boxes, and her curiosity won.

She glanced back toward the sound of the running shower.

Bruno is still in there showering, she thought with a ...