The water sloshed gently as Ragnar settled in, his legs brushing against Circe's beneath the surface. The tub was spacious, but with both of them inside, the space shrunk considerably, their bodies too close. Steam rose in lazy tendrils, carrying the scent of lavender and rose oil that clung to the air.
Circe watched him through half-lidded eyes, her earlier thoughts fading as she took in the mouthwatering sight of him. His broad shoulders filled the opposite end of the tub, water beading on his chest and tracing paths down to where it met the surface. She shifted slightly, her foot grazing his calf, and the contact sent a subtle spark through her.
"You look relaxed," Ragnar said, breaking the quiet. He leaned back, arms resting on the tub's rim, his gaze steady on her face.
"I am. The bath helped." she replied, her tone soft. She drew her knees up a fraction, the water rippling around her.
