Melanie
We enter the house, and I gaze at my husband. I'm so thankful to have this second chance at life that I want to be able to celebrate that with him. Reaching forward, I grab his hand. "I don't know about you, but I need a shower. Would you like to come with me?"
He raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" Weston knows exactly what I'm hinting at.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."
The bathroom fills with steam, the air thick with the scent of lavender and the electrifying hum of unsaid desires. I step into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my tense skin, each droplet like a soft hand coaxing me to let go of the day's turmoil. My eyes flutter shut as the warmth envelops me, a soft sigh slipping past my lips, a release I'd been craving.