The bathroom was quiet, with windows open to the island’s garden, letting the soft aroma of the flowers invade the environment. The mirror still fogged by the warm water reflected two bodies intertwined by moments and promises.

She entered first, letting the nightgown slip off her shoulders, and when she turned around... there he was, standing, static.

Edward’s gaze slowly ran through each of her naked curves, as if he still didn’t believe he could see her like that. That I could touch her. That she was his - and, even more, that she wanted to be his.

Without saying a word, he approached.

His hands found hers. Cold. Soft. And they led her slowly into the already full bathtub, where the warm water contrasted deliciously with his touch.

She sat between his legs, touching her back to his chest. The steam rose around, clouding the world, but in there - in his arms - everything was clear.

His fingers began to slide through her skin with an almost reverent delicacy. Her eyes closed, her chin resting on the top of her head, and her lips brushing the back of her neck with small wet kisses.

“You have no idea what this is for me...” he murmured. “Feeing you like this. With me. Here.”

She smiled, her eyes closed too, absorbing the moment as if it were eternalizable.

“You touch me as if I were made of glass,” she whispered.

“Because you are,” he replied. “But it’s also fire. And I spend my life trying not to burn myself.”

She turned her face to him, her lips almost touching his. “Maybe it’s time to stop resisting, Edward.”

He moaned low, his forehead touching hers, his fingers slowly rising up the side of her waist, as if every inch was sacred. And then, he took the soap between his fingers, starting to soap her with soft, circular gestures, as if taking care of something precious. Untouchable.

She laughed softly when he slipped and poured a little more foam than it should on her shoulder.

“You’re not exactly good at it,” she teased.

“I’m better at resisting than in baths,” he replied, smiling against her skin. “But I’m learning.”

He slid his lips over her wet shoulder, leaving small kisses that made her body shiver even under the hot water. And when she turned to face him, with her eyes shining, wet, light and vulnerable, he just hugged her.

There. In silence.

Two bodies together, two fused souls, and time suspended between foams and sighs.

He didn’t need to say anything else.

She already knew.

It was love. It was careful. It was eternity.