Sauna

The sauna has always been a sacred place for me, where I can strip down not just physically but mentally, too. Lately, though, it’s become more than that. There’s this guy—tall, broad shoulders, rugged. Every time we share that small, steamy space, the air between us feels charged.

I feel the sweat on my skin, trickling down my back and over my breasts. It’s primal—just our bodies reacting to the heat, but in my mind, it’s so much more. I imagine our skin sliding together, the heat making every touch more intense. I’ve started to linger in the sauna a little longer, hoping he’ll stay too, hoping that one day, the tension will be too much to ignore.