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The steam rose in gentle, fragrant clouds, wrapping them in a private world of heat and whispered sighs. Ava’s fingertips traced a slow, deliberate path across Tiffany’s shoulder, her touch a silent question answered by a soft, yielding arch of the back. Tiffany turned, her eyes dark pools of liquid warmth, meeting Ava’s gaze with an unspoken understanding that made the air itself feel charged. Their hands found each other, fingers interlacing not in a rush, but with a reverent slowness that spoke of deep affection. A soft sigh escaped Tiffany’s lips as Ava leaned in, their foreheads touching, sharing the same breath in the hushed silence. The world outside the cedar walls ceased to exist as they drew closer, the space between them dissolving into a single, shared heartbeat. The warm, slick slide of skin against skin was a language only they knew, a tender friction that built a quiet, thrumming energy. Whispers, soft as the steam, were breathed into the hollow of a neck, promises meant for no one else to hear. Every gentle caress was a confession, every shuddering breath a verse in their intimate sonnet. In that hazy sanctuary, they were not just two bodies, but two souls entwined, finding home in the quiet, desperate press of their embrace.