This is going to be mind-blowing, he thinks, as he watches Claire get the jet tub ready. She turns on the water, ensures it's the right warmth, then empties a small bottle of bubble bath. Foam quickly develops, filling the bathroom with that familiar floral fragrance he has begun to associate with her presence.
Outside, it is indeed a beautiful morning, with the morning sun bathing the city with its crisp, warm light. "I bought this hotel because of the view," he mutters as he gazes at the skyline, seemingly entranced. "And I specifically chose this suite for you, because of this very view." He smiles as he turns to her. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"It is magical," she says, as they stand there, facing the glass wall. That's why I love long soaks. Thank you for this, Gab."
"You deserve all the finest things, Claire," he says. He takes her hand. "Come on, the tub awaits."
"You go on ahead," she says. "Go, you need it."
"But…"
"Go on, before the water gets too cold."
