Her hair was piled on her crown, and a mountain of frothy bubbles surrounded her shoulders. The lights were off and each candle was lit, flickering around her. Steam rose from the surface. Her eyes were closed.

"You're letting in a draft," she whispered.

"Do you know what you do to me looking like that?"

Her eyes flashed open and across the short distance he felt electrified.

She smiled. "I have an idea. This was very sweet of you, Stefan." She reached for her wineglass, sipping. "It's just ...