A hotel room with a jacuzzi

"A hotel room with a jacuzzi?" he suggested, already knowing the answer.

"Absolutely," Isabel replied, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Let's go now."

They hurried out of the building, Isabel's hand finding his with an eager squeeze. The campus buzzed with an energy that hadn't been there before—couples openly making out on benches, students walking with their arms around each other, smiles that promised more than casual friendship.

"Have you noticed how everyone seems... different today?" he asked, testing the waters.

Isabel nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd. "Like everyone's been waiting for permission to just... live. I love it."

The hotel was just two blocks away—a mid-range place that catered to visiting parents and the occasional professor. As they entered the lobby, he noticed the front desk clerk staring at them with undisguised interest.

"Room for two?" the clerk asked, her voice husky.

"With a jacuzzi," Isabel confirmed, leaning against the counter.

The clerk's eyes lingered on Isabel before sliding to him. "You two are going to have fun." She handed over the key card with a wink.

The room was better than expected—king-sized bed, dim lighting, and a sunken tub large enough for four. Isabel wasted no time, pulling her shirt over her head the moment the door clicked shut.

"God, I've wanted this for so long," she said, stepping out of her jeans. "I don't know why I never acted on it before."

He watched, mesmerized, as she stood before him in just her underwear. The wish was working perfectly—better than he'd imagined. His body responded eagerly as she approached him.