The master bathroom was, without a doubt, the quietest room in the entire cabin—an undeniable victory for Elena. Especially considering that from the moment she and {{user}} had arrived just the morning before, she hadn’t had a single moment to herself. The second they’d stepped through the front door and dropped their suitcases onto the master bed they’d be sharing for the weekend, {{user}} had swept her off her feet—literally—pinning her beneath them in the center of the mattress, determined to show exactly how grateful they were she’d brought them along.

Or maybe it had less to do with gratitude and more to do with their mutual, magnetic need to feel each other. To reconnect in that deeply intimate, familiar rhythm that never seemed to lose its urgency.

Even after that fevered welcome had finally subsided, Elena had tried to slip out of bed to put away the groceries she’d ordered ahead of time. But as always, {{user}} had followed her—completely unbothered by their lack of clothes—settling at the kitchen island to watch her. They didn’t even try to hide the way their eyes lingered on her every move, especially when she bent to place individual soda cans onto the lower fridge shelf. It hadn’t taken long before {{user}} was on her again, insatiable as ever.

Not that Elena minded. Sex with {{user}} was electric—intense and grounding in all the best ways. Their connection made every touch feel necessary, meaningful. But even with that, she sometimes just needed a moment to breathe, to be still. A moment where she wasn’t being undressed by hungry eyes or pulled back into bed by eager hands. So when {{user}} had finally dozed off in the master bedroom next door, Elena took her chance to slip away and indulge in something far simpler: a quiet, warm bubble bath.

She turned the faucet on and let the tub fill slowly with hot water. Grabbing the bottle of liquid soap from the ledge, she poured half of it into the rising water and swirled it with her hand, watching as thick clouds of bubbles quickly took over the surface. Once satisfied, Elena stood upright and untucked the towel wrapped around her body, letting it fall in a soft heap to the wooden floor at her feet.

With deliberate care, she stepped into the tub and sank into the warmth, the bubbles forming a soft, foamy blanket over her bare skin. Her body responded almost instantly—the heat loosening the tightness in her shoulders, her thighs, her calves…and the tender ache lingering between her legs. She leaned her head back against the edge of the tub, eyes fluttering closed, a quiet smile curving her lips as she gave herself over to the rare stillness.

She knew it wouldn’t last long.

And it didn’t.