Elena's POV

The bathtub was big enough for two, filled almost to the rim with steaming water and an excessive amount of bubbles.

I was stretched out between Damien's legs, my back resting against his chest while the warm water lapped lazily at my shoulders.

Candlelight flickered across the bathroom walls, and somewhere behind us soft music played from his phone. Our wine glasses sat balanced on the edge of the tub, half empty and forgotten.

This felt perfect, intimate and comfortable.

The ...