Surrounded by candles, the bath water fragrant and frothy.
Champagne on ice, glass ready, just what she needed after the day she’d had.
He’d gone to so much trouble preparing it, how thoughtful of him.
It could only get better.
“Are you relaxed honey?” he smiled
Just before he threw the hairdryer into the water!
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