Bartending at one of the most popular classic rock bars in Nashville, Ariel is just trying to get by after escaping a toxic relationship.
Harry is on his way to making it big in the music industry with his band, Sweet Talk, residing in Nashville to...
"Love of my life, you've hurt me. You've broken my heart, and now you leave me."
HARRY STYLES
"Care to join me?" I extend the invite to Ariel, I wouldn't mind washing up after being out at the club. I just feel grimey.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
We sneak out into the hallway, going unnoticed as we lock ourselves into the bathroom. The perfect blend of luxury and tranquility. The marble countertops gleamed in the dim light, their cool surface reflecting the soft glow emanating from the cabinets below. The elegant fixtures— a sleek freestanding tub and a spacious glass shower— added a touch of sophistication.
The ambient lighting completed the city skyline visible through the large window, where twinkling lights formed a dazzling backdrop against the dark night sky.
I move over to the tub, twisting the knob to turn on the hot water. The sound of rushing water filling the space. I grab a bottle of bubble bath from the counter, glancing at Ariel, whose eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Best part." I chuckle.
It doesn't take too long for the tub to be filled with hot soapy water, and the air is scented with hints of sandalwood, vanilla— and sex, creating an atomosphere of calm. I can hear the distant hum of the city, but inside this space, it feels like we're in our own little world.
I step into the tub first, taking the end with the drain, Ariel steps in opposite of me, and her body immediately relaxes along the slope of the porcelain. "Ugh, this is amazing. I never take baths." Ariel says, her eyes closing softly. "Do you have any champagne? I feel like that would make this all the more superior."
"You know what, I think we actually do." I hope out of the tub without a second thought.
"Harry! Shit I was kind of joking you don't have to." But I'm already wrapping a fresh towel around my waist and running out to the kitchen where we have various bottles of wine, and sure enough, one bottle of champagne. I grab two flutes from the cabinet and am back in the bathroom in no time.
"You're full of surprises." She says, her smile lighting up the dimly lit bathroom.
I carefully uncork the bottle, the soft pop echoing in the serene atmosphere. I pour the golden liquid into the glasses, the bubbles rising and dancing with each pour.
"Cheers to spontaneity," I say, holding up my glass I set on the edge of the tub while I got acquainted, the warmth of the water beckoning me closer.
"Cheers," She replies, clinking her glass against mine, the sound soft but intimate.
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As we each take sips, I watch her, captivated by the way the bubbles catch the light and the way she savours the drink.
"So," I begin, glacing over at her, "what's your idea of a perfect day?"
