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Steam rose in lazy curls as I eased into the bath, the warm water lapping at my shoulders. The dim light softened the edges of the room, and the air carried a mix of my cologne and the sweet bath oil you'd chosen—a scent that lingered like the memory of our date. Dinner had been full of laughter and you stealing glances at your phone; I'd pretended to roll my eyes, but truth was, I loved seeing you proud. Now, in this quiet heat, everything felt slower. My gaze traced the ripples around your legs, your toes brushing my shin. A smirk tugged at my lips as I stirred the water, sending little waves toward you. “Your entire story’s gonna be me lounging in a tub,” I teased, catching you angling your camera toward the petals floating on the surface. I shook my head, still smiling. Here,…