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Author: Stephie Walls
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Once in the bathroom, I realize how grimy I feel. Between the sprint to the terminal and the romp in the hay, I need a shower, desperately.

"Hey, Tyler," I call through the door.

"Yeah? Everything okay?"

"It's been a long day. Do you mind if I jump in the shower and rinse off?"

I hear his footsteps coming toward the door. "Not at all. Do you need some help?" His voice changes from concerned to eager.

I giggle as I turn the knob, opening the door for him. He stops long enough to kiss my lips, then reaches past me to turn on the water. Another of the things I love about this hotel is the bathroom. There's no bathtub, just a huge, tiled shower, and instead of a curtain, there's a glass wall. There's no door to the shower, just an opening in the glass, allowing entrance. The tile is a deep, rich brown, which suddenly seems warm and inviting. There's a lot of room to enjoy each other in this space.

Tyler leaves his hand under the water, waiting for the temperature to rise to a c
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