<.Declan and Celina's residence.>
The golden hues of the summer afternoon streamed through the frosted bathroom window. The light cast soft, shimmering patterns on the marble tiles.
The gentle lapping of the warm bathwater echoed in the bathroom. The scent of lavender and citrus wafted in the air, coming from the large, freestanding bathtub.
Petals of red and white roses floated on the surface, brushing against Celina's skin as she leaned against Declan's chest.
Sighing softly, Celina tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Declan's collarbone, "You're so quiet. Still thinking about Phanie, en?"
Declan lowered his eyes, meeting Celina's concerned eyes. He placed one arm on the bathtub's edge while the other rested loosely around her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin.
