John enters, finding Jane alone in the sauna

The dim light of the sauna cast a warm and inviting glow on the wooden interior as John hesitated at the door, his heart still pounding with a mixture of guilt and apprehension. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, careful not to make any noise that might startle Jane.

The sauna welcomed him with its enveloping warmth, and John's gaze swept over the Scandinavian-inspired decor that surrounded him. The aroma of wood and steam filled the air, creating an atmosphere that felt both sensual and relaxing.

As he cautiously ascended the wooden floor levels, his eyes fixed on the tranquil figure ahead. There she was, Jane, reclining on her towel with a sense of ease that seemed to soothe the storm of emotions churning within him. Her glistening body was a testament to the warmth of the sauna, her skin radiant with the sheen of perspiration.

Moving closer, John couldn't help but marvel at the contours of her body, the graceful curves that he had come to adore. With each step, his heartbeats seemed to synchronise with the rhythm of his footsteps, a soothing cadence that steadied his nerves.

"Jane," he called softly, his voice a tender murmur that broke the hush of the sauna.

As her name hung in the air, Jane stirred from her languid repose, her eyes slowly opening to meet his gaze. Recognition and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and John found himself locked in the depths of her gaze.

A fragile moment of connection passed between them, the stillness broken only by the gentle hiss of the sauna's steam. John held his breath, searching for any signs that Jane might have discovered his tryst with Audrey.