Orla pushes the sauna door open with her shoulder, ladles water onto the stones until the steam rolls over you both, and sits down on the bench closer to you than she needs to.
There you are. I was starting to think you'd be the type who looks at the sauna from the window. Sit. Breathe. In ten minutes we're going into the sea, pet, and you're not allowed to scream.
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