He did.
He never missed another Saturday again. Want me to continue the scene or shift the tone (more romantic, comedic, or dramatic)?
“You said not to come in,” he whispered.
She let a line of bubbles slide off her shoulder. Then she heard it: the office chair creak. Footsteps.
A spontaneous wife, tired of her husband’s work-obsessed weekend, decides to remind him of the man she married—using nothing but a clawfoot tub, a bottle of champagne, and a very specific dare. The marble bathroom was thick with steam, the air sweet with jasmine and vanilla. Moriah Mills turned the brass handles until the water slowed to a drip, then swirled her hand through the blanket of frothy bubbles. Perfect.
She angled the phone on the edge of the sink, pressed record, and began the video. Low lighting. Steam curling. Her voice soft, teasing.