After their quiet intimacy, Sebastian and Alina stepped into the shower together. Water cascaded over them, steam curling around the edges of the glass enclosure. Their touches lingered, deliberate and tender, hands exploring with care, lips finding lips in soft, urgent kisses. Every brush of skin, every whispered word, carried the weight of months, burdens finally lifted.The water traced their bodies, washing away tension, leaving only presence. When the shower ended, they stepped out, towels wrapped loosely, still holding each other close. The suite’s warm lighting reflected off the glass, the room scented faintly of soap and lavender. Every glance, every brush of a hand, was a quiet affirmation: they had chosen each other, fully, without distraction.Later, Sebastian approached her with a playful, steady smile. “Get ready,” he said, his tone deliberate. “We’re going somewhere tonight. Just us. I told John to arrange a private dinner. Formal. No exceptions.”Alina’s eyebrows rose i
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