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Melanie’s heart kicked. “Marie—”

Melanie pulled her closer. “Breakfast,” she breathed. “Definitely breakfast.”

A long silence. The hiss of water hitting hot stones. Then Marie shifted, moving to sit on the same bench, close enough that their knees almost touched. “I booked this sauna for us because I wanted to talk without the office walls,” Marie said. “And because I’ve noticed you watching me for months. At the copy machine. During depositions. Last week at happy hour.” bbcpie.23.09.23.melanie.marie.sauna.temptation

The heat in the private sauna was thick enough to taste—cedar, eucalyptus, and the clean salt of sweat. Melanie adjusted the thin towel on her lap, watching rivulets trace down Marie’s spine. They’d been friends for two years, ever since Marie joined the same boutique law firm. But this weekend away—a “relaxation retreat” Marie had insisted on—felt different.

“We don’t have to tell anyone,” Marie whispered against her lips. “Or we tell everyone tomorrow over breakfast. Your call.” Melanie’s heart kicked

Outside, the autumn rain began to fall. Inside, the steam held them like a secret finally told.

Marie solved the choice by closing the distance. The kiss was soft at first, then saltier, deeper. When they broke apart, the sauna’s thermometer read 85°C, but Melanie felt much hotter. “Definitely breakfast

“I’m not accusing you.” Marie reached out and brushed a damp curl from Melanie’s forehead. Her fingers lingered. “I’m telling you I’ve been watching back.”