The steam in the bathhouse hung like a veil, wrapping around Adam and Priscilla in a world of their own, the lavender-scented air thick and comforting.
As offered up a soothing atmosphere for the mind unravel and relax.
The water lapped gently against the edges, a soft rhythm that echoed the steady beat of Adam's heart as Priscilla's small hands moved across his back.
Her touch was firm, but gentle, it felt really nice to be honest, as the wet cloth began gliding over his skin with care and love alike.
It was an intimate gesture to say the least, this moment, her petite form pressed close behind him, her breath warm on his neck as she worked herself.
Adam leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on his knees, the hot water soothing the knots from a day full of classroom stares and vampire drama.
"This is nice."
He murmured, his voice low and genuine, a rare admission in the quiet space.
