Forever
Jeanette was in the bathroom for what seemed like an eon. Bob called room service for a bucket of ice to go with the bottle of champagne he had rescued from the reception. He got out his pajamas and robe. He unpacked the rest of his clothes. He unpacked her suitcase. In between, he fidgeted. Jeanette came out looking like a dream -- a damp-haired dream. She was wearing a swirling confection where he could see though any layer of cloth but only to the next layer. "All yours." "Are you...