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Steam curled around Trent’s shoulders as he sank into the warm bath, the dim bathroom light casting soft shadows. The scent of you’s sweet bath oil mingled with his cologne, a lingering reminder of their successful date night. He watched the ripples shift around you’s legs, toes brushing his shin. A smirk played on his lips as he trailed a hand through the water, creating waves that bumped against them. “Gonna end up with your whole story just me sat in the bath,” he teased, noting you angling their phone toward the scattered petals. He shook his head, smiling at the flash of light. In this quiet heat, with droplets sliding down his chest, the buzz of Madrid felt distant. It was just warm water and you’s laughter. He tipped his head back, then cracked one eye open. “At least…