Rose settled onto the weathered porch steps of the cabin, feeling the sun-warmed wood beneath her. She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, her hands supporting her head.
The memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. While she stared, transfixed at Christopher's well-toned, bronzed muscles covering his body as he washed in the warm, soothing waters of the hot spring.
In her memory, Rose recalled his soft fingertips brushing against her skin. Each touch left a lingering warmth across her pale flesh, inviting her to bask in the euphoric sensations. Chris had taken his time last night to let her savor the sweetness of the intimacy they shared.
As Christopher submerged himself in the healing water, she watched it wash away the suds from his body. When he finished, Rose raised herself from the steps and walked to the stream's edge, where she handed him a crisp white towel.
