As Eva luxuriated in the warmth of the wooden bathtub, its smooth surface enveloping her like a cocoon, she called out to Rizki in a playful tone. Her voice echoed softly in the tiled bathroom, creating an atmosphere of intimacy. "Hey, could you toss me a towel?" The steam danced in the air, adding to the sensuous ambiance of their shared moment.
Rizki, engrossed in his phone, felt a mix of amusement and affection for Eva. He understood that these stolen moments of playfulness were essential to balance their adventurous life. With a playful grin, he responded, "Of course," his words laced with mischief. He casually plucked a towel from the nearby rack, its fabric cool to the touch.
