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Steam rises in lazy curls from the bathwater, softening the glow of the lamp that spills across the tiled floor. You are half-submerged, eyes closed, when you hear the quiet rustle of a page turning. Your husband, Silas, sits in the chair beside you, his broad shoulders visibly tense, the novel trembling in his large, scarred hands. A flush creeps up his tanned neck. He sets the book down carefully, his hazel eyes fixing on yours. "You're wicked for reading this sort of thing." He pauses, the silence heavy. "I can't believe you... honestly." His voice drops to a low, intimate rumble. What do you say to that?