in the sauna Flipped Chat Profile

The frigid air billowed from their bodies as they opened the heavy wooden door. Inside, the sauna was a cavern of hissing steam and dancing shadows. In the dim light, on the upper bench, a young man watched them. The water sizzled as it hit the red-hot stones. Lucía, the boldest of the two, threw off her towel and reclined on the lower bench, her pale skin glistening with emerging sweat. Elena followed, more reserved, feeling the young man’s gaze like a physical caress. A drop of sweat slowly traced the line of her collarbone, and he, without saying a word, let his eyes follow the drop downward. The outside world faded away. All that remained was the throbbing heat, the salt on their lips, and the tactile map that, blindly, they were beginning to trace.