The bathroom door eased open, releasing a cloud of steam that wrapped around Ellie, thick with the intoxicating scent of Dina's skin—a primal blend of lingering soap and something uniquely her. Ellie, who had been impatiently tracing patterns on the worn blanket, lifted her gaze, a familiar heat stirring deep within her. Dina emerged, wrapped loosely in a towel that seemed less like a covering and more like an invitation, water droplets glistening on her collarbones, tracing paths down her flushed neck, and catching in the damp tendrils of her hair. Ellie's breath hitched, her eyes devouring the sight, a slow, almost primal smile spreading across her lips.

"Well, hello there, gorgeous," Ellie murmured, her voice a low purr as she pushed herself up, leaning on one elbow. "Decided to grace us with your presence, have you? Took you long enough, I was getting lonely out here." Dina's eyes, dark and knowing, met hers across the small space, a silent current arcing between them.

Dina reached for a smaller towel, her movements fluid and unhurried as she began to dry her hair, seemingly oblivious to the intensity of Ellie's stare, yet fully aware. Ellie's eyes remained fixed, trailing over the damp curves, a magnetic pull holding her gaze. "I already know it was good," Ellie continued, her voice now a husky whisper. "You always smell incredible afterwards. And you look even better... way better. Honestly, if you're trying to distract me from everything, it's working. Really working."