He stands up and pulls me up with him. “Come on, I want to go in the hot tub. I shoveled the deck while you were in the shower.” He starts to pull me across the room by my hand. I tug back.
“Wait, what?” Hot tub? No.
He continues to tug me across the room to sliding glass doors he unlocks, which leads us to a wooden deck off the back of the house. He flips a switch and a bunch of small Christmas lights that are strewn about glow in blue. The cover is already off the hot tub situated in the corner, steam rising from the bubbling water.
“Storm, it’s freezing out here...”
“I know, but it’s awesome hot in there. I got it ready earlier while you were in the shower. I love being in the hot tub in the middle of winter when it’s cold and dark out here.”
He’s out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to get into a hot tub with him in the dark while we’re out in the woods surrounded by snow.
He lets go of my hand and pulls his sweats down until he’s standing there in just boxer shorts. I look away, but not before noticing his legs are also extremely muscular and covered in tattoos.
He climbs into the tub and slowly sinks into the water. “Whooo!” he yells. “This feels fucking awesome. Get your ass in here, Evelyn.”
“I don’t even have a bathing suit,” I say stupidly. A part of me does want to go in. The heat would feel amazing right now.
“Just come in with your bra and panties then. I won’t touch you. I won’t even look while you get in. See?”
He turns around and faces the other direction.
When would I have a chance again to be in a hot tub in the middle of the woods under a black sky littered with stars? Probably never. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me.
Damn it to hell. I pull off the hoodie and slip out of the sweatpants. “Don’t you dare turn around,” I say as I climb into the tub. I wasn’t expecting the water to be so hot. “Holy shit,” I say, sucking in a breath and slowly sinking into the churning water. I feel like I’m going to cook in here.
“Can I turn around now?”
“I guess. But stay over there.”
He has a big grin on his face when he turns to face me. “It feels great, doesn’t it?”
I keep my body as low as possible under the water so he can’t see me. “It does feel good. I shouldn’t be in here, though.”
“Why? I won’t let you drown.”
“I just feel like I shouldn’t be doing things like this with you.”