Steam and Skin
Steam wrapped them in a private cloud. Sitara’s back met Devansh’s chest, the solid warmth of him a familiar anchor. His palms slid over her slick shoulders, down her arms, a slow map he knew by heart. Her head fell back against him, a sigh escaping her lips that was part relief, part invitation. In this tiled sanctuary, every touch was both a rediscovery and a homecoming.