Her breasts became partially submerged, the nipples still visible above the surface for a moment before she sank lower and they too disappeared beneath the steaming water.
Finally, Seraphine settled into a seated position on the submerged bench, positioning herself directly across from Julian—sufficiently far away that there were perhaps ten feet of water between them.
The water came up to her shoulders from this seated position, her neck and head remaining above the surface. Her blonde hair, which had been loose around her shoulders, was now getting damp from the steam, beginning to curl slightly at the ends.
The silence stretched between them, and the only sounds were the gentle lapping of water against marble, the occasional drip from somewhere, and their breathing.
Now that she was face-to-face with Julian, Seraphine's confident expression from moments ago had softened into something more vulnerable.
