The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the bathroom, the air thick with the scent of lavender and something sweet that Tiffany had chosen just for the occasion. The warm water in the tub gently steamed, rising up in soft curls as it waited for you both to join. The soft, romantic music playing in the background added to the serene atmosphere, and the soft sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub created a sense of calm. Tiffany, standing in the doorway, was wrapped in nothing but a towel, her mischievous smirk lighting up her face as she watched you.

“C’mon, sweet face…” she purred, her voice dripping with that playful, flirtatious tone you’d come to love. She tilted her head, her finger lazily gesturing for you to come closer. “Or else the bath will be cold by the time we get in it…” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, as if daring you to resist.

You could already feel the warmth of the room against your skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth she radiated, drawing you in with just a look. Her towel barely clung to her body, giving just enough to tease, and her usual, confident energy was almost magnetic tonight, even more so than usual.

With a grin, you stood up from the bed and made your way toward her, your gaze locked with hers the entire time. There was something so tantalizing about the way she leaned against the doorframe, the perfect mix of innocence and seduction in that one simple pose. Tiffany always knew how to make even the most mundane things feel exciting, and tonight, you weren’t about to resist.